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Delirious, Kim Dokja only registers the words spoken to him when a harsh slap is given to his cunt. "Pay attention, Dokja-yah." Secretive Plotter's voice rumbles through him as he pushes his cock deeper into his throat, a visible bulge pulsing each time he moves. A blindfold absorbs all his tears, but snot and saliva still trails down his face.
How long has this been going on now? Even he didn't know the answer. With his legs trembling, weaker than the ones of a newborn fawn, the only reason he was still standing was because of Yoo Joonghyuk behind him, thankfully thrusting gentler than Secretive Plotter was.
He groans around the cock inside of his mouth as his legs give way, causing more of the length to slip deeper into his sloppy cunt. He can still feel his pants by his ankles, but they're likely soiled beyond recognition. It's overwhelmingly hot, and he tries to beg either Yoo Joonghyuk or Secretive Plotter to take his coat and shirt off, but with his hands tied, all he can do is rumble helplessly on the cock down his throat. The ache between Kim Dokja's legs swells even further when Secretive Plotter grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to remove himself fully.
"Don't choke," Yoo Joonghyuk says, before pulling out completely and slamming back in. A keen tries to come out of his mouth, but he’s too dazed to do anything but whine helplessly.
"You're holding up fairly well," Secretive Plotter says smugly as his thumb presses against Kim Dokja's nose when breathing becomes too obvious an instinct for comfort. His breath comes in bursts as Yoo Joonghyuk moves against him again—rolling his hips in slow circles that make Kim Dokja's toes curl and his cunt ache.
Secretive Plotter chuckles darkly at Kim Dokja's restrained struggle and increases the pressure on his nose while Yoo Joonghyuk speeds up slightly—just enough friction for Kim Dokja's oversensitive nerves start screaming in protest against pleasure mixing cruelly with suffocation until stars bloom behind tightly closed eyelids. Kim Dokja gasps for air the second Secretive Plotter releases his nose, his entire body shaking from the near-unbearable pressure between his legs where Yoo Joonghyuk continues thrusting steadily into him.
Yoo Joonghyuk grinds insistently against Kim Dokja's aching folds. Heat and friction causes pleasure to coil unbearably at the base of Kim Dokja's spine.
"Still can't stop crying like this?"
"Ha—ngh... Ha..." He tries to catch his breath, drool slipping out of his mouth steadily as he gives up on maintaining any sense of decorum. "Ah—plea—shh... Ha—ngh... No more..." Secretive Plotter tilts Kim Dokja's head back further with another sharp tug on his hair while Yoo Joonghyuk grips his hips even tighter, his thrusts becoming longer and more deliberate. Kim Dokja’s legs wobble, unsteady as a rocking boat as Yoo Joonghyuk begins fucking him with single-minded precision, each movement driving fresh groans from Kim Dokja's throat.
"Shhh," Secretive Plotter murmurs against his ear, tongue flicking out to trace the shell before biting down hard enough to leave marks—but not hard enough to break skin. "We both know you don't mean that."
Kim Dokja's entire body convulses as another sharp thrust punches into his already full cunt—coating Yoo Joonghyuk inside him completely now without any hope for resistance or restraint. The sharp edge bites into Kim Dokja's ass as Secretive Plotter presses into his cunt too—deliberate rather than forceful this time—and sinks inch after thick inch past Yoo Joonghyuk's already stretching cock inside him until both are buried fully inside Kim Dokja in one smooth motion.
His vision blurs white-hot at being completely filled like this—stretched beyond belief and claimed in a way that makes every nerve ending scream from overstimulation even as pleasure coils deep in his gut.
Yoo Joonghyuk stiffens first against Kim Dokja's back; Secretive Plotter lets out a satisfied groan when Yoo Joonghyuk reflexively moves deeper to match him instinctively. Kim Dokja's body reacts violently—the muscles in his stomach tighten until the skin glistens with sweat, his fingers clutching desperately at empty air where they remain bound at the wrists.
His cunt squirts against Yoo Joonghyuk's front, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain as he's held helplessly between two men whose power far exceeds his own weakened form.
"I can feel everything now." Secretive Plotter rumbles as he flexes inside Kim Dokja again just to watch him jerk and twitch in response. "Every time you clench... every inch we move inside you..."
He's so full now it feels like they might split him open. The stretch is unbearable, overwhelming—and yet his body betrays him with every aching pulse of needy muscles twitching along both lengths inside him. He can't stop shaking even when Yoo Joonghyuk presses him harder into Secretive Plotter; can only whimper weakly, head laying on a shoulder—he’d be damned to know who.
"He likes this," Secretive Plotter muses darkly as he moves in Kim Dokja—both hands gripping his hips with bruising force while simultaneously rolling inside Kim Dokja through Yoo Joonghyuk's body moving along with him effortlessly. Without warning, they both unsheathe at once. Even with his eyes covered, his face looks like a mess—coated in miscellaneous fluids. Catching his breath, he nearly collapses someone—he doesn’t know who—keeping him stable.
"Ha—h, hah… hah—ngh…"
No matter how much he tries, no coherent words can leave his mouth. With how long this has been going on, they've likely left him broken for life. Cock-drunk, dumb, and needlessly dependent on them to give him pleasure.
The respite comes to an end far too quickly. He hears the shifting of footsteps and feels a thick girth enter him once more. This time, however, it only goes as far as the tip, making the rest of his hole clench on nothing.
"Guess, Dokja-yah," Secretive Plotter's voice comes in sharp through the haze clouding his mind. "Guess who's inside you, right now. If you guess correctly, we'll grant you a wish."
Kim Dokja's breath shudders from his lips like wisps of smoke evaporating into nothingness. His mind struggles past physical agony toward logic; whoever just entered him—he couldn’t tell—both were similar in size, so similar in girth.
"Guh—hah—ngh..." He gasps out something incoherent but the tip remains lodged, teasing but not pushing further.
"That was wrong," Secretive Plotter purrs against his ear before suddenly sheathing himself fully—almost violently. Kim Dokja's entire body arches at being filled so completely in an instant; tendons in his neck strain as he cries out wordlessly, his back pressing against the chest behind him.
He could swear the floor creaked from how hard Secretive Plotter thrusts that first time—hard enough to make Kim Dokja see stars even through his blindfold.
"Again?" Yoo Joonghyuk asks almost conversationally from behind him.
"I think he needs to learn better." The walls inside Kim Dokja spasm violently as Secretive Plotter thrusts again—this time more controlled but no less deep. Each movement forces a choked sob from Kim Dokja's throat as his fingers dig into Yoo Joonghyuk's arm where he's braced himself on the desk. His cock pulses weakly between Secretive Plotter's stomach and Yoo Joonghyuk's; still sensitive enough for even the brush of fabric against it to make him twitch.
"Who... who is...?" Kim Dokja manages between ragged breaths. His body begs for release but instead they force him to think—to guess correctly under penalty of delay.
"He wants to know."
"I think we should make him beg," Yoo Joonghyuk says from behind him as Secretive Plotter continues thrusting slow but deep inside Kim Dokja.
Secretive Plotter hums in agreement, his breath hot against Kim Dokja's ear even through damp strands of hair sticking there from sweat.
Kim Dokja shakes his head desperately against Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder—too overwhelmed to articulate anything coherent yet too caught in their game to avoid answering.
"Use your words," Secretive Plotter commands quietly while pressing against his neck—not enough to hurt but enough that the message is clear.
Kim Dokja swallows hard around the pressure at his neck.
"Please," he chokes out.
"Please, what?" Yoo Joonghyuk prompts from behind him with measured patience—as if this were a routine discussion rather than Kim Dokja being held between them both completely helpless.
The words stick in his throat. "Please... ah..." Kim Dokja trembles as Secretive Plotter grinds against him deep inside—not withdrawing even a fraction to give him respite.
"More... please... don't stop..." The words slip out weak and shaky through his teeth.
"There we go," Secretive Plotter murmurs before nipping sharply at Kim Dokja's earlobe—causing his entire body to jerk forward involuntarily into Secretive Plotter's hips while simultaneously pushing himself even harder back onto Yoo Joonghyuk beneath him. The air in the study thickens with arousal as Kim Dokja struggles to catch his breath between thrusts that seem calculated to push him past boundaries he didn't know he had. His skin is slick with sweat and something else, his own desperate whimpers punctuating every movement inside him as Secretive Plotter picks up pace deliberately—his powerful hips snapping forward at an angle that ensures every single inch drags relentlessly against Kim Dokja's inner walls.
"You're getting close again." His body betrays him with a pathetic little twitch at Secretive Plotter's words—his pussy leaking, making a mess of the cock inside him. Every time Secretive Plotter's hips slap forward it sends little tremors up Kim Dokja's back that Yoo Joonghyuk effortlessly stabilizes with his strong arms wrapped around Kim Dokja's waist.
"You have no control over yourself anymore," Secretive Plotter says as he rams up into Kim Dokja particularly deep this time—dragging a choked sob from Kim Dokja's throat despite himself. "All you can do is take what we give you."
Kim Dokja's entire body tenses up at Secretive Plotter's words—his fingers flexing uselessly, wrists thrashing at the binds. The blindfold has grown damp with sweat and tears against his face, the material sticking slightly to skin when Secretive Plotter thrusts particularly hard from above.
"What a whore," Yoo Joonghyuk mutters as his hands slide up from Kim Dokja's waist to grip his shoulders firmly—digging fingertips into tense muscles while keeping him pressed flush against Yoo Joonghyuk's chest during Secretive Plotter's relentless movements inside him. Kim Dokja thrashes weakly in their combined grip even as his traitorous body betrays him—his cunt fluttering around Secretive Plotter’s cock while he relentlessly thrusts into his womb.
"Please," he begs again with no coordination left in his movements—their dominance has reduced him entirely to raw instinct at this point. His pleas tumble out of his mouth, language too much for him in this state.
"It’s clear he knows who it is," Secretive Plotter says without breaking rhythm as he pistons into Kim Dokja from above—a controlled pace that makes each movement feel longer and deeper than before. "And yet, he still won’t say my name."
Kim Dokja's breath comes in short gasps, his throat dry from earlier misuse and speechlessness now that his mind has shattered into pieces beyond names or coherent thought.
Yoo Joonghyuk tilts Kim Dokja's head back against his shoulder with one strong hand—exposing his sweat-slicked neck to Secretive Plotter's biting teeth and licking tongue.
"Say it,” Secretive Plotter whispers.
Kim Dokja shakes his head frantically—the simple act sending intense ripples through his overstimulated body as Secretive Plotter's cock rubs against him deep inside.
"No... nngh... I don't know," Kim Dokja whimpers.
"Liar."
"Nghh… Mmmgh—ah…" He manages, weakly. He feels a wetness spray between the legs, all over the person who had been hammering into him. Whether it was pee or something else, he wasn't in the right mind to care anymore. The first thing Kim Dokja registers is the thick presence of Secretive Plotter pulling out of him—every inch dragging deliberately slow, his body convulsing around the impossible stretch even after he's spent himself inside Kim Dokja completely.
"Mmmgh... nngh..."
Kim Dokja tries to arch away from the torment of being drained so thoroughly—his hips jerking uselessly against Yoo Joonghyuk who still holds him securely in place. Drool escapes his mouth, his eyes rolling back into their sockets. Everything goes black as he collapses entirely from exhaustion. Globs of come and more juices spray out of him as he trembles, unconscious.