Lounge

@♝ Dohyeong "Tch." Naru backed off of the boy but because the wounds on his legs, he couldn't stand up properly so he just sat checking how bad he'd been cut. Blood covered his shins and ankles, his favorite jeans just torn and ripped. His facial features rested in annoyance watching the kid in his sobby mess. "I guess you learned your lesson. Good boy."

@III. Naru "Yes!" Dohyeong half-shouted in response to the question. The cut stung, and he whimpered as Naru only made it longer. It wasn't that deep, so hopefully, it wouldn't scar. He didn't like the thought of his body being marked up. Surely, that would only make him less attractive to Misha. "It's enough, it's enough!" he wailed as the older male taunted him, throwing the names in his face as insults. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have cut you!" It's not like he could take back the wounds he'd inflicted on the man, so all he could do was apologize.

@II. Lee Seungjun “Mm... are you telling me you don’t have any friends who would listen?” He said, he could have been mocking, but while he was a y and aggressive lover, he was far from being a mean person, and he was just surprised at this point, he was still rather unaware of the way this place worked, but he guessed it wasn’t as close-knit a community as he might have thought.
Jiyong often liked pain as well, and he knew what to do to cause it in the right amount for things to be maddeningly pleasurable, but this man threshold seemed to be a lot higher than his standards.
“Is that a yes?” He asked, letting go of the other’s hair, nails trailing down the other man’s back and he massaged his crotch away from the pain.
And then his hands were undoing his own pants, taking his arousal out and settling it on the other’s crack. It sat gingerly there, big and throbbing.
“What do you like then? Let me humour you... I’ll be your friend...”

@♝ Dohyeong Begging. Screaming. Crying. Only feuled Naru with glee. He scared the child and perhaps that was enough. Beside, he had to watch who he messed with. If this kid was important to the house, he would be in quite the predicament. Naru's dull sinister eyes lock onto the watery ones no seeming to blink. It took a lot for him not to slash at the boy's throat. His voice was getting on his nerves.
"Had enough?" He added onto the two centimeter cut making it now five. Naru showed no remorse, emotion but that grin glued on his lips. "Eh? Majesty? Your highness?" The man mocked him more.

@III. Naru The mixed child watched in fear as the man pinned him down. He had no hope of regaining control over the situation, and it was possible that maybe, he'd never had it to begin with. He bit his lip as his shirt was torn open. Naru looked incredibly happy with what he was doing, and it gave Dohyeong chills. He'd obviously ed with with the wrong slave. What horrible luck. This had to be the worst day ever. The spoiled child wanted to scream, to kick and flail and throw a tantrum, but he was far too scared to do so when the angry Japanese had a knife pressed against him. Moving around would probably only result in injuries.
Tears filled the youngster's doe eyes, and he whined as the knife dragged across his skin, slicing it open. "N-no more! Please..." he begged, terror evident on his pretty face. "I'll let you me i-if you want. Just please... stop this!"

@♝ Dohyeong After pushing away the table that held at knifes, Naru made his way back over to the helpless boy and straddled over his waist, holding him down. The blade in his hand moved over to the younger's shirt. The end lifting up the fabric so gently and he cut open a small hold which turned into a slight slit. He was careful not to cut the boy... Yet.
"I can't?" Naru's brows arched and his grin seemed to be more parent once he heard his little cries. They were like music to his ears. He missed this terribly. "And what was that you said earlier? You'll be giving the orders? Naughty slaves get punished? Hmph.." Naru now pressed the blade to Doyeong's exposed flesh from the small tare of his shirt and light dragged the knife making a two centimeter cut. "Powerless now without your precious toys?"

@III. Naru The boy mentally cursed as he was denied access to the much-needed weapons. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so rash. Perhaps he shouldn't have slashed the man like that, but it was too late to take it back now. How was he supposed to defend himself without a weapon? He was small, and he'd never learned to fist fight; he'd never needed to. Naru seemed much stronger than him, he definitely had the advantage here, and Dohyeong felt himself starting to grow fearful, trembling slightly in the older man's grasp. "N-no. Please... You can't do this..." he whimpered, fearing that his beautiful, flawless skin would be marred and scarred up by the angry slave.

@♝ Dohyeong In a strange way, Dohyeong reminded Naru a lot of his younger self. Thirsty for blood. The thrill of cutting flesh. Animal or human. It was a rush no less. He can see it in the boy's eyes. His eyes locked on the younger trying to defend himself. The sight alone gave more adrenaline to Naru as he went for the set of knifes shining in the light. Naru grabbed at the boy's waist to pull him away. "Should've of listened to me lad. Knifes isn't something to play with." Naru weakly now, from the losing of his blood in his legs, moved over to the kicked knife that pierced at his flesh and picked it up. "I could kill you right now however if I do, that's a big no no. So unfortunately I can't. Sad. I guess a small cuts here and there will do. Don't you think?"

@III. Naru Dohyeong stared in awe as the blood dripped from the man's legs. It was a beautiful sight, and he wanted more, he /needed/ more of it. Adrenaline was pumping through the small boy's veins, and his eyes shone with delight as he gazed at the crimson liquid covering the ground. However, the knife was kicked out of his hand, skidding across the floor. He finally locked gazes with the angry man, a shiver going down his spine from his expression. Without the knife, he was powerless, and the rest of his collection lay on the table, at least two arm's lengths away, and he somehow doubted Naru would let him get to it, but he had to try. Glaring at the slave, he sat up and attempted to lunge for the table.

@♝ Dohyeong So it begins. Naru didn't show pain but he growled at the slashing of his legs which made him kick the knife away from the boy. The slave didn't want to "behave" because he simply hated following demands. Even more so, if it came from a petty spoiled rich kid such as Dohyeong. And he wasn't about to simply submit to him either. Naru stood over the boy, blood pooling under his feet from the wounds to his legs. His pants were cut and ripped in case of the blade. He now straddled the kid, a sinister glint in his eyes. Just like old times. "Scream again, son. You picked the wrong slave to miss with. Come on, fight me."

@III. Naru Dohyeong wasn't sure why the slave was smiling, but he was sure that it was passing him off. Naru was pushing his buttons, and it gave the boy the urge to just... destroy him. He wanted to slash him to bits, make him suffer. Why couldn't he just behave for him?
The teen was shocked when he found himself kicked and falling to the floor. "You bastard!" he shrieked, slashing madly at Naru's legs. Apparently, the slave wouldn't go down without a fight, but Dohyeong wasn't about to either.

@♚ Lee Dongwook {} oh-

@♝ Dohyeong Naru heard the tone in Dohyeong's voice which granted a small grin across his lips in satisfaction that he was pushing the boy to his core. It was a mental kind of game Naru loved to play as a defense mechanism. A serial killer like himself had his own tricks up his sleeve. This boy was about to find out who is he messing with. If he wasn't kept here like an animal, Naru would jump on the younger in no time. But he wasn't worth dying over. He didn't let the spoiled get to him even when he just been cut. Lightly, the man chuckled to himself, holding his open wound then kick down Dohyeong.
"No. That's more like it."

(LOL)

@III. Naru "You know... naughty slaves get punished." Dohyeong hissed in annoyance. What was the point of pissing him off? Why couldn't this piece of slave just behave and let him do as he pleased? He was the master here, not Naru. The man was obviously here because he'd done something wrong, so why couldn't he just shut the up and pay his debt?
The teen's chest swelled with a sick sense of satisfaction when he saw the small amount of blood from the scratch. It almost made him want to stab the man, impale him with the knife over and over until there was no life left in his body, but Dohyeong wasn't that crazy... right? He was a good little boy, at least that's what his parents believed, so he wouldn't be murdering anyone here during his stay... hopefully. The boy's eyes raked over the man's tattooed flesh, finding it rather intriguing and kind of hot. "Now that's more like it." he giggled crazily, brandishing the knife at the elder with a wild look in his eyes.

[] *munches on popcorn as I observe through a spycam*

@♝ Dohyeong "That's why I'm calling you, son. Because it's irritating." Naru scoffled at the sudden command and roll his eyes once more. This boy was small and weak to the slave's eyes so he didn't think highly of him. "As if I'll kneel to you." The older started to walk away but the sudden slash of his perfect shirt made him growl. The blade scraped at his skin in which resulted a light wound to sting but Naru didn't care about that. He cared more about his favorite shirt than his own self.
"Little ..." The slave's eyes narrowed and he took off his shirt, exposing his bare torso but he had a skull tattoo over heart and the design lead down his right arm, a tattooed sleeve. "Fine. If you want to play. We'll play."

@III. Naru Naru certainly wasn't the first person to be rude to him, but it didn't happen often. It didn't quite enrage the little boy like it normally would have, instead, it just made him want to cut the taller male even more. "Why do you keep calling me son? It's irritating." Somehow, he wasn't convinced the was going to follow his commands. The way he was acting made him seem like some annoying teacher or something. "The first one is kneel." he eyed the other, curious to see if he would listen. "And the second one is take off your shirt." he huffed as the other continued scolding him. "You're the one that's going to be hurt." he stepped closer and slashed the slave's shirt with a cheeky grin.

@♝ Dohyeong Naru's own eyes rolled this time and the stupid titles the boy claimed for himself. This boy was dreaming if he thinks those words will come out of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah." With a waved of his hand, he dismissed the 'your majesty' or' your highness' quickly. When he now stood towering over Dohyeong, his dark orbs loomed over him.
"Go ahead with your demands, son. Don't mean I'll kiss your and follow them." A small nod followed. "It's very so. You think I won't? And you should put that away before you hurt yourself." The slave gestured over to the knife in hand daring him to try anything. "I'll put you to your knees faster than you know."

@III. Naru The cocky little brat was too arrogant to feel afraid. This slave didn't scare him. He still felt safe, thinking the other wasn't allowed to harm him. It was the slave's job to be tortured, not his. Surely the lowlife would be punished severely if he hurt a guest, right? "Watch my mouth?" he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head, his delicate fingers curling around the handle of the small weapon and gripping it tightly. "Awful cheeky for a slave, aren't you. I'll the one giving orders around here." he rolled his eyes. "Naru, huh? Well, you can call me... your majesty." he smirked. "Your highness is also acceptable." he noticed the other smirking as well and wondered why the dark-haired male seemed so confident, but then he heard the threat. "Is that so?"

@♝ Dohyeong A simple noise passed though Naru's teeth in a tch. Already he could tell this boy will get on his nerves. And it's not apparent Naru already hated him. His kind. The spoild rich kid that got everything he wished for. Didn't have to fight for anything nor gone through any kind of Hell. If they weren't in this castle and far away Naru would end the boys life without hesitation. Even the knifes that were so open freely besides him gave him the urge. Sighing deeply trying to surpass his quick to anger temperament, Naru's brow arched at the given name. Slave.
"Better what your mouth boy- And it's Naru." The older advanced to him passing by the blades that tempted him so much. "Think you can take me on huh?" A small smirk formed at the corner of his lips amused. "I maybe a slave but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty washing them in your blood, son."

@III. Naru Dohyeong's eyes lit up with curiosity as the intimidating-looking man entered the room and began scolding him. "Well hello to you to." he rolled his eyes, standing up. "Of course I know how to use it." he his lips. "I'm going to use it on you." he stated, too arrogant and cocky to even consider the possibility that it might be a challenge to take down the older, larger man. The boy always got what he wanted(except for Misha, but that was beside the point), and because he was a spoiled brat and a guest, he'd assumed the slave would be obedient and compliant. He was a lowly slave after all, was he not? Wasn't he supposed to do whatever Dohyeong wanted and allow himself to be subjected to whatever torture the little boy wished? "Come here, slave." the teen demanded, not even thinking about the fact that the rest of his knife collection was sitting on the table, an arm's reach away from the stranger.

@♝ Kwon Jiyong Seungjun remained in the uncomofrtable position, listening to the other, feeling him work on his clothes. He rolled his eyes a bit at the description, it might be true, but it made him sound cliche and he... wasn't. Not exactly. He chuckled. His pants were now undone, heated palms glued to his bottom, squeezing and kneading. Tiny injuries stung as they got touched by the other. Seungjun rarely managed to heal in between sessions.
Listening, he huffed and turned his head slightly, as much as the grip in his hair allowed him, to glare into the other's eyes. "You think I have anyone to complain to?", he said with a vicious smirk on his lips, "Even if I did... It would destroy my image..."
His hand dropped the phone on the ground. , it hurt... He let out a breathy pained moan. He threw his head back and tried to let the pain sink in... twitched.

@♝ Dohyeong Naru was minding his own business when he was just roaming around the hall like an aimless spirit casting their shadows. He was content for now until a guard pushed him the opposite way. Which made Naru grit his teeth and bite his tongue fighting away the urge just to jump this man. However he knew that there is more than one of them roaming about just for protection. Naru was actually thankful enough he wasn't put into a straight jacket or even cuffed up while being inslaved here. Who knows thought. Things might change in the future good behavior or not. And when they pushed the murder in front of a door, Naru huffed in annoyance given the men side eyes before opening the door now looking at the boy who summoned him with an expressionless face. His eyes then looked to the knife in his hand then his pupils turned narrow.
"Boys like yourself shouldn't be playing with sharp objects." Naru lightly scolded advancing to the hafu teen fearless. "Even know how to use it?"

@III. Naru Dohyeong was in one of his moods. He'd woken up much too early and not been able to fall back asleep, which always made him grumpy. He was a demon if he didn't get ample beauty sleep. During breakfast, he'd been so drowsy that he'd broken one of his favorite tea cups, which had only enraged the small, rich boy, resulting in him smashing the entire tea set for good measure, and kicking one of the house cleaning staff in the rump while they were cleaning up his mess. After breakfast, his request to play was turned down by his cousin for what seemed like the millionth time, so after being abused for a while by his beautiful obsession, the pretty boy napped for a few hours, only to wake up even grumpier than before. Grabbing his knife collection, he wandered to the lounge, ready to somebody up. He didn't want to ruin his gorgeous room, so why not stain a more public room with his bloodshed? Sitting in one of the throne-like, white chairs, the half Korean-half Japanese teen sent for a slave. Any slave, he didn't care. Rank or status didn't matter. He was new here, and he had yet to get to meet any of the slaves yet anyway, so, surely it would be an interesting experience. Picking up one of his knives, the boy played with it while he waited.

@II. Lee Seungjun "I see... you're one of those..." he said, his fingers starting to undo the man's trousers, "always looking for a thrill... always looking for pain..." he added, and looked at the other's body... thinking.

"It's a shame I don't have any of my toys..." And he tugged down Seungjun's trousers and underwear to expose his , "but again... no one says I should be making it good for you..." He added, hands on the other man's , kneading the flesh, "I could just seek my own pleasure...."

And he rubs his hips against the other's , just lightly, "If I you bareback right now, will you be running away to whine and complaining to people that I you?" he asked, his hand going back around to wrap around the tip of Seungjun's in a deathgrip, "or would you be a good boy and keep it to yourself?"

@♝ Kwon Jiyong Seungjun didn't exactly suit anyone's taste... but he was an interesting breed, a masochist, so he was often requested. "I barely ever go an evening without a , you know...", he huffed, but his voice betrayed him and he let out a surprised gasp when he got pulled by his belt, his round meeting the front of the other's short skirt. He threw his head back when he felt this man's hands going down his body, but then whined when his package got /squeezed/. A smirk quickly returned to his face and he exhaled, letting out a sweet moan. He listened and chuckled at the image, it did sound ridiculous, but he quite enjoyed the thought of it. "Good luck, sweetie...", he said, doubting the other would be able to produce more than a few moans if he continued hitting with just his bare hands... Seungjun was trained to endure much more, after all.

@II. Lee Seungjun Somehow the man’s words managed to get through Jiyong’s anger and he suddenly burst out laughing. “Not enough time to touch yourself?” He repeated, leaning over him as he chuckled, and finally taking a good look at what he had done.
The man didn’t seem phased by Jiyong’s aggressive streak, but rather enjoyed riling him up, and getting spanked, something he had suspected, but had not actually thought about until that very moment. This was the right place not to end up in trouble, he thought, knowing that his excessive temper was borderline criminal at best.
“Mm... I guess I do need practice...” he said with a smirk, yanking the hem of Seungjun’s pants and forcefully dragging him closer to his crotch.
“I’m getting suspicious now...” he muttered, hands travelling around to the front of the other man’s trousers, and he gripped the other’s crotch tight enough to hurt, “I think you want me to practice with you...” he teased, even though he knew already it had been all a ruse, now that he actually thought instead of just feeling the urge to hit.
“So I think my punishment for you should involve the breeching and ruin of your pretty ...” he said, undoing the other’s belt, “Isn’t it a nice imagine? A man in a school skirt ing a grown- man until he cries...”

@♝ Kwon Jiyong ["utter wanker" lol]

Seungjun whined and gasped at the harsh tugs on his hair, at the powerful slaps against his bottom, but... a certain newly formed tightness in his jeans gave away his true feelings. He could definitely see the other's hardness and hell, sure, they didn't start on good terms, but... if they both enjoyed it, why not give it to each other? "Like hell I will...", he hissed and shook his head despite the pain in his scalp, "You sure are eye-candy... but I don't have enough free time to jerk myself off~", he hummed, and it was actually true. He got ed often enough to forget that ion existed. He looked up at the other, his smirk once again present, "Tired already?", he faked sympathy when he noticed the other's short breath. He shook his head once again, judging, "You need to practice more... or did I already tell you this?"

@II. Lee Seungjun He couldn't believe this ing guy.
He couldn't believe the nerve.
And he wanted to permanently slap that smirk off his face because this was absolutely preposterous.

*Stop it, you utter wanker!" he exclaimed, seeing that hand sneak out again, and this time under his skirt nonetheless! He tried to grab Seungjun's wrist, in an attempt to steal that smartphone, but the man was too quick and he was otherwise occupied.

He pulled his hand back with a vicious jerk, pulling the guy's head with it.
"You're a ing , is that what you are? Want to paint the walls white while you stare at my junk?" he hissed in his ear, and his free hand moved back, charing.

"So ing infuriating!" he grunted, and it's so close to a moan, one could get confused, especially if they happened to be staring at the tip of his hard as it peeked from his wrinkled skirt.

And then he hit him.
His hand swinging in and spanking the other's .
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And then he took a break, panting, his cheeks red in both anger and arousal.