Haetsul awoke with a jolt, the sound of the bedroom door opening sending a shiver of panic through his spine. His eyes landed on the same man that had held him down while he was gagged. He carried a tray, carefully setting it down on the side table next to the bed.

"I'm going to take your gag off and feed you. You are going to cooperate. I have permission to use as much force as necessary if you act up. Do you understand?" The blonde crouched down, eye level with Haetsul. He nodded, a small out in his stomach as he realised how hungry he was. The nausea he had felt last time he ate seemed like a forgotten memory.

The door clicked open and Haetsul shuffled forward. He didn't leave the crate, the small space now feeling much safer. Instead he sat at the entrance, the blanket set over his lap just enough to cover him. A harsh smell hit Haetsul's nose, his face crinkling as he tried his best to ignore it.

The blonde said nothing as he took the gag off, Haetsul opening and closing his aching jaw. Porridge was spoon fed to him, small pieces of sliced fruit followed. While the food was good, Haetsul wanted nothing more than to get away from this man, the smell he was giving off made him want to gag. The man smelt strongly of cigarettes and musk.

Haetsul finished his food, gulping down a bottle of water. Without a word his gag was put back on, and the crate door was shut. Haetsul tried to inhale the blankets to rid himself of the gross smell. With his stomach full he suddenly felt tired. He dozed for a majority of the day, ignoring the pain in his cheek from being hit the night before and the full throb of his bruised butt. However he couldn't shake the strong feeling of anxiety that settles in his body, the feeling of being alone setting him on edge.

When the twins returned he was fed again, bathed and assisted with his bathroom needs much to Haetsul's absolute horror. Haetsul didn't know how many days it had been since this routine started, but he found himself looking forward to the twins returning, their familiar scent easing his tense muscles and washing away the foul smell of the blonde that fed him.

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Haetsul woke up slowly, the sound of conversation and shuffling fabric pulling his eyes open. He sat up, blinking as he tried to unjumble his tired brain. He saw the twins, shedding their jackets and loosening their ties. He felt a flood of relief, the anxiety that had been building all day while he was alone easing.

He shuffled forward, watching quietly as they discussed more things he didn't understand. He didn't interrupt, just listened to the sound of their voices. He wanted to be close enough to smell them, the gross scent of the blonde still fresh in his mind.

After what felt like an eternity attention was on him.

"Aww, did you miss us?" Haehyun cooed, making eyes contact. Haetsul pondered it for a second, before deciding agreeable was the safest option. He hated that it might have been true, more real than just a survival tactic.

"Were you a good boy?" Heehyun questioned, moving to sit in the edge of the bed in front of Haetsul. He nodded immediately, confident that he had been well behaved and obedient. He had followed the instructions given. Hopefully they would take the restraints and gag off. After what felt like an eternity with it on, his jaw had begun to feel natural when gaping open. The thought of it being stuck that way scared him to the point of nightmares.

The soft jingle of keys caught Haetsul's attention, his body sitting up a bit more as the door was unlocked. He wanted to crawl out, to go to the bathroom and relieve himself, to bathe and dry himself off with his own two hands. And yet he remained still, not having received permission to leave the crate. He figured that it was a test, and he hoped that he passed.

"Good boy, waiting so patiently. Come here then, that's it" Heehyun patted his thigh, a similar motion used to coax an animal to you. Haetsul found it offensive but responded regardless, shuffling forward and sitting don't, legs splayed to the side as he leant against Heehyuns legs. His head buried into the side of Heehyuns thigh, inhaling the pleasant scent. He felt relief that finally the foul smell of the blonde was washed away.

Fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp softly. His whole body melted into the touch, a pitchy whine sounding. He rubbed his face on Heehyuns pants, drool lightly wetting them.

"You have been so well behaved that perhaps you deserve a reward. Let's give you dinner first. Did you need to go to the bathroom?"

Haetsul stiffened, hesitating to nod. He didn't want to have help again. He didn't like having to get help. Alas he nodded, his bladder not able to take much more.

Much to Haetsul's humiliation, the bathroom trip was exactly the same as always. He was assisted and when he cried in despair he was shushed with the same tone as an amused parent.

He was led to the sofa, sitting with a shiver. He was so cold, his nude body unable to retain any warmth. Heehyun pulled a soft fluffy throw over Haetsul's lap, sitting beside him. Haetsul leant into Heehyun's side, savouring the warmth and familiar scent. Savouring the warped sense of safety.

Haetsul watched as Haehyun placed a bowl of porridge down. Porridge had been the constant food source. He had grown to enjoy it.

The gag was removed and Haetsul immediately felt relief. His jaw was tight and uncomfortable, and he struggled slightly to close it.

Haetsul ate in silence, unable to stop the tears dripping drown his cheeks, dreading having the gag forced back into his mouth. Heehyun ran his fingers through Haetsul's white hair, simply watching as he swallowed spoonful after spoonful without a fight. He was pleased that Haetsul had finally submitted. Punishment and dehumanisation seemed very effective, he pondered if rewards would be as a big of a movitator.

"Haetsul, you said bright lights hurt your eyes. Can you see well or do you have issues with your vision?" The question made Haetsul look up, his eyes catching Haehyun's. His vision was blurry but good enough to differentiate between people, especially when they were as close as Haehyun and Heehyun were. When they were further away, he relied on his ability to differentiate stern their voices. Although he wished to have his glasses.

"I...I can see okay but, I have g-glasses. Right now, e-everything is blurry" Haetsul's voice was so quiet, his mouth straining as he spoke. There was a hum in response but nothing more. Haetsul finished his food, his mind blank and content. Haetsul almost didn't respond as he arms were unclipped from his collar, Haehyun moving his arms so they were outstretched, his fingers wiggling as he flexed his cramped muscles.

Haetsul watched as Haehyun thumbed around the crook of his arm. Realisation snapped in hard, contentment out the window. Haetsul began to tremble, his breathing suddenly becoming thick and laboured. He watched as Haehyun walked to his desk, grabbing a small tray. Images of the makeshift hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the images of those in the room with stitches and missing parts.

Haetsul flinched as Haehyun squatted down before him, wrapping a thin cord around his upper arm. He pulling open a plastic packet, Haetsul recognised it as a blood collection kit. The sound of latex sent a chill over his body. He felt the cold sting of an alcohol wipe, his body immediately jolting in fear.

"W-wait-" Haetsul couldn't pull his arms away, the thick leather cuffs making it hard to retreat. Instead he slumped forward, covering his arms with his upper body.

"Be a good boy for me Haetsul, you need to stay very still" His body was softly moved back into a seated position, and he didn't fight it, knowing what would happen if he was too disobedient. He watched with wide eyed terror as Haehyun continued to tumb around the crook of his arm, eyes trained on looking for a good vein.

"I-I'm s-scared" Haetsul cried, shifting to press closer against Heehyun. A shameful admission from a grown man, even more shameful to press closer into the embrace of one who had abused him. Haetsul had very few options.

"You're fine, it won't hurt. Here just close your eyes" Haetsul was pulled tighter against Heehyuns warm body, barely noticing that he was now held still. A hand wrapped over his face, blocking his vision.

"Relax and breathe...that's it" Haetsul tried to follow the instructions, gasping out rattling breaths. But after a few he began to relax, the tension in his body easing.

Haetsul let out a surprised and pained yelp as a sharp sting blossomed in his arm. His body shook, trying not to focus on the uncomfortable sensation in his arm. He flinched as he felt hard pressure against his arm, the hand over his eyes sliding up to run through his hair.

"Not so bad is it? Stop crying...cmon you're going to get dehydrated" Haehyun wiped the tears off Haetsul's tear slicked face, his own holding any usement.

A bottle of water was pressed against Haetsul's lips and he gladly accepted, drinking it quickly. He didn't know why they would want his blood. Perhaps his organs were going to be taken after all.

Haetsul sat, curled into Heehyun, the soft fluffy blanket covering him leaving a pleasant warmth. He wanted to stay like this, being free of the gag and his arms able to stretch almost euphoric.

Haehyun cleared away the dishes left from Haetsul's meal, coming to sit next to him on the sofa. The twins seemed preoccupied with paperwork or their phones. Haetsul assumed it was work related, although he wasn't certain what these two did for a living. He concluded almost immediately that he didn't want to know.

Haetsul didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he was no longer on the Sofa. Instead he was curled on the massive bed the twins shared, sandwiched between the two. He realised quickly that his gag was back in mouth, drool dampening his face and the bedding.

Haetsul couldn't fall back asleep, warm and uncomfortable under the blankets. He shuffled tossed, freezing as he felt a body stir beside him. He bit down on the gag, frustrated and scared. His body didn't feel like his own at all, an unfamiliar ache. His eyes widened as the body moved. As they sat up, Haetsul pushed forward, pushing his head into their lap.

Haetsul wanted comfort, to tell them that he felt wrong and he needed help. But the gag muffled his words.

"Shhh, you'll wake Heehyun. Come here puppy" firm hands pulled his body up, the feeling of Haehyuns hands and his scent seemed to quell the heat consuming Haetsul's body. He couldnt help but melt, a relieved exhale coming from his nose.

Haetsul was sat between Haehyuns legs, his body pressed flush against Haetsul's back. He could feel defined muscle, hard and tight. One arm was firmly wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly as if anticipating he would try to run.

"Close your eyes and relax. I'll give you your reward for being so well behaved " Haehyuns lips brushed against Haetsul's ear causing a small jolt to run through his tense body. He did as he was told, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to relax his shaky body.

He felt fingers dance over his skin, his body jumping at the contact, and the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. That was the strange feeling between his legs, he was hard. Haetsul felt the fingers ghost over his inner thighs, tracing ticklish patterns over his lower abdomen.

He couldn't hold in the choked whines, pushing his body further into Haehyun to try and get away from the strange feeling. Fingers ghosted up, brushing over his chest, his body jolting as his nipples were pinched softly.

Haetsul's eyes snapped open, his bound arms wiggling a little as he tried to push the hand away from his sensitive chest. His eyes landed on himself, his member was fully erect, weeping precum. His legs flailed a little, trying to scoot away from Haehyuns gentle and provocative touch.

"Shh, sit still. Just focus on feeling good" The voice was softer than usual, but it didn't nothing to calm Haetsul as he felt panic set in. He had touched himself before, albeit very rarely, and he had never had anyone touch him. But he had never been so painfully sensitive. He had noticed his body getting more and more responsive to the smallest things but he hadn't put any stock in it. He had been too wrapped up in his situation.

Haetsul shook his head desperately, the feeling of his nipples being toyed with causing heat to pool in his stomach. His gagged mouth was pushing out muffled "no's", his bound hands pulling at the collar they were attached to.

"Haetsul, I'm trying to make you feel nice. Don't be so ungrateful. You sit still and you take what I give you, okay" Haetsul stilled, a bolt of fear running through him. Haetsul nodded in confirmation. He squeezed his eyes shut again, panting as he tried to calm himself.

The hands skimmed around his body for a while, soft caresses and light pinches keeping him uncomfortable and aching. He could feel himself dripping, a gross slick feeling.

A warm hand wrapped around his length, the sudden contact to his aching crotch pushing a loud cry from his throat. His hips pushed back, trying to escape the grip. Lips touched his neck, softly kissing and licking.

Haetsul felt hot, his skin flushed and burning. He could feel his heart pounding, making him feel short of breath. The hand squeezed him before slowly pumping. Haetsul's thighs tensed and his breathing stopped.

"Haetsul, you're dripping...So needy hmm?" Haetsul didn't respond, the words not sinking in. He couldn't think, he just sat there desperate for Haehyun. Aching for him to touch more.

The arm around his waist dissapeared for a moment, the sound of metal clinking before Haetsul's gag was pulled off.

Haetsul's mouth felt numb, the gag leaving his tongue feeling foreign and strange. He just whined, the slow and deliberate movements of Haehyuns hand wrapped around him sending electric shocks through his body.

Haehyun could tell that it would take something as soft as a gentle breeze to push Haetsul over the edge.

"Hng...d-don't-" Haetsul's back arched, his body hot and tingly. He was so close, his toes curling and tears falling from his eyes. He shook his head desperately, his hands yanking hard on his bindings to try and push Haehyuns away.

"P-please...please hic..." Haetsul's voice was pitchy, thick with tears. Haehyun couldn't fight the smile that pushed at his lips.

"It's okay, shhhh. I'll take care of you" Haehyuns hand sped up, Haetsul's mouth falling open. His hands clenched into little fists, his toes curling. The noises that left his mouth were unreserved, his eyes wide as his vision blurred.

"G-gonna...ngh ah-" Haetsul stuttered, pushing himself closer to Haehyuns, trying to ground himself.

"You can cum...that's it, good boy"

Haetsul felt his stomach drop, his body freezing as white hot pleasure flooded his senses. His mind went blank as his eyes rolled back, lost in the overwhelming tingly heat. He went rigid and relaxed all at once, the breath knocked out of his lungs.

When Haetsul opened his eyes, he was gasping, his upper body turned to press his face against Haehyuns chest. Fingers ran through his hair, bringing him back to reality.

"Good boy, such a good boy"

They sat like that for a few minutes while Haetsul caught his breath. Haetsul felt ashamed and exposed, and yet he wanted to be held by the one that made him feel that way.

"Heehyun, can you grab some tissues? Haetsul made a mess" Haetsul's head snapped over to see Heehyun laying down, staring at the him. His face flushed bright red, tears that had subsided immediately sprung back to his eyes. He had forgotten Heehyun had been there.

Haetsul felt his lip wobble as he watched Heehyun reach over, plucking some tissues from the bedside table. Heehyun sat up, smiling down at him, brows tilting in a mocking sympathetic expression.

"Awww, look at this mess. It's okay, we'll clean you up" Haetsul watched in shame as his belly was wiped down, tears dripping from his eyes. He swallowed hard, trying to push away the emotion in his throat. He felt so humiliated and dehumanised. And yet all he wanted was to seek the warmth and comfort of these two monsters.

Haetsul quietly as he watched the twins discard of the tissues and disappeared to wash their hands. He pondered how to make sure the gag wouldn't go back on. The best he could come up with was feigning comfort so hopefully that wouldnt disturb him.

He sunk into the blankets and buried his face in the pillow. His eyes felt heavy, falling closed as he curled into a tight ball. He flinched as the bed dipped, the clank of metal sending goosebumps across his flushed skin. He clenched his jaw shut, ignoring the ache if the strained and stretched muscles.

"Haetsul, sit up for me" He knew what was going to happen. He felt fingers brush over his shoulder, cooling the heated flush if his body. He sat up, tucking his head low, his jaw remaining clenched shut, his lips pressed into a tight line. From under his bangs he could see the clutched in one of the twins hands.

"Head up and mouth open" Haetsul shook his head, keeping his face downcast. He was scared but he couldn't handle having it stretching his mouth open wide. It hurt so bad he wanted to scream.

Haetsul stumbled out words quickly, slightly slurred from his barely opened mouth, scared they would force it in if he opened it too much.

"I-I will be good. I w-won't bite. Please don't...don't put it b-back in. I'll be good, I promise" Haetsul stumbled out words quickly, slightly slurred from barely opened mouth, scared they would force it in if he opened it too much.

A sight resounded. Fingers pushed his chin up, his eyes squeezing shut on instinct. A natural response he has developed after being smacked in the face.

"Alright, but if you bite you will be punished. And it will hurt" Haetsul nodded, eyes still squeezed shut. He was shoved down into the pillows, his body returning to its curled up position. He was so tired that he barely reacted to the arm that wrapped around him, pulling him flush against a broad chest. He simply curled up tighter, pushing his face into his bound hand and the pillow like an ostrich with its head In the sand.

Sorry for the delay in updating, I've been super unwell lately!