Part 4 - Possession

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER AND THE NEXT GET PRETTY ROUGH. It's possible to miss the warning at the beginning, so I'm warning you now. If sexual roughness and pain turn you off, you may want to skip ahead to chapter 6.

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I can't stand it, just one night me Clink with the drink, gimme a sip Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (Ew) Oh, wait, I can take it (Ah) Give a fuck 'bout what your wifey's sayin' (Yeah) -Doja Cat, Need To Know

The limo ride to the hotel was the epitomy  of strange, at least to you. The fact that you were along for the ride didn't seem to change the group dynamic at all. Even though you were seated with Minho's arm around your waist and Jisung's hand on the  inside of your thigh, the guys chatted and laughed all the way, getting you involved in their funny little fights and generally being loud and rowdy.

Internally you had no idea how to act; the reality of the situation was just so bizarre that your mind refused to settle. These guys - well, the four of them who had NOT had your juices on their  fingers - they were looking at you not with disgust or disdain, but with something like... eagerness? Pride? You couldn't really pin down their reactions when, during a short lull in the conversation, Jisung nuzzled into your neck and kissed it gently. You were sure your face was redder than the sun, and the red bloomed further when Minho leaned in and lifted your hair to kiss the other side. You had two pairs of perfect lips on your neck, and if there was ever any doubt amongst the group about what was going on, that was gone now. The others just watched, smiling big smiles, and then studiously stuck their faces in their phones until the limo pulled up to the hotel entrance.

Six boys and you rode in one elevator to the top floor suites, and the guys wished you and each other good night as they dipped off into their individual rooms. Everyone acted so normal that it freaked you out; not so much as a raised eyebrow from a single one of them. Before you knew it, you were left alone at the end of the hall with two of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen. As Jisung took the hotel key from Minho and turned to open the door, Minho put his hands on either side of your face, demanding your attention.

"I want you to understand something before we go in," he said firmly. What more could they ask of  you?? Weren't you already going to sleep with the two of them? The thought made you shiver with anticipation. His hands slid from your face down your neck, over shoulders, and slowly down your arms before closing around your wrists. He then firmly pushed your hands behind you, holding your gaze, bringing your wrists together behind your back.

"You're ours tonight, as in you do what we say.  Walking into this room with us gives us consent to do whatever we desire with your body. Understand?" You nodded, the feel of his hardness pushing into your stomach and the sheer power of his presence wiping your mind clean of any argument. "Of course, you'll always have an opportunity to stop whatever is happening using a safeword, but once you use that opportunity, the night is over." You nod dumbly, unsure of what other answer you could give at this point. Minho smiled widely and escorted you through the door, still holding your wrists together behind  your back with one hand, and Jisung closed it softly behind the three of you.

The rooms were elegantly appointed in dark grey and black, with a small bar, a large sitting room, and a huge bed surrounded by windows that revealed the city skyline. The lights were already dim and the room smelled like Lee Know - a sweet, musky, smoky scent that only made you hotter. Minho guided you to the center of the living area, stood you there and stepped back, both he and Jisung now standing together, looking at you with absolute fire in their eyes. Before you could calm the chillbumps their gaze gave you, Jisung tilted his chin up and softly said, "Strip."

You shakily started removing your dress, pulling the straps down your shoulders until it slid off your  body, pooling at your feet. You weren't exactly embarrassed, but the thrill of having the two men watch you undress made your breath come quickly. Your senses were on high alert and you could hear their low murmurs of approval. You saw Jisung's hands clutching into fists as if forcing himself not to reach for you.

"The rest," Minho said  firmly, gesturing at your thin black undergarments. For a moment, doubt crossed your mind and you hesitated - and in an instant Minho was against you, his hand on your throat, shoving you backwards until you thudded into the wall. He was in your face, his beautiful lips slightly  snarling, and for the first time you felt a twinge of fear as the air was cut off from your lungs. "You. Do. As. We. Say. Did I not make that clear?" He hooked his fingers in the band of your bra and ripped it from  your body like it was made of paper, and with a quick hard jerk immediately did the same for your panties. He leaned in close then, hot breath in your ear. "Your safeword is Miroh. Don't forget it."

With that he stepped back and released you, and you gasped for air. You had only a moment before Jisung was pulling you towards the bed, pushing you  down on it, and leaning over you, crushing his lips to yours. His kisses were measured but deep, one hand stroking your body as the other held him above you, muscles and veins bulging. He shrugged off his shirt  and dropped his hand to your chest, caressing your breasts, pulling at your nipples. Your body arched toward him in response. You loved the feel of his hard body pressing into you. His hips between your thighs, moving hard against you so you could tell exactly what you were in for.

You felt your ankles being raised one by one and something tied around each of them. Minho did the same for your wrists as Jisung absolutely tortured your nipples with his mouth, sinking his teeth in and holding on as you writhed beneath him. Your hands were being pulled apart, tied to opposite sides of the headboard. Jisung was a fury on top of you, his full lips everywhere, nipping and kissing bruises onto your skin as his arm circled you and lifted you further onto the bed. You watched as Minho, smiling something so close to an evil smile that it made you  quake, tightened the restraints on your wrists and then walked around to tie your ankles to opposite corners. You were now bound, spread open, and completely helpless. And gushing.

Han pushed himself up and shimmied out of his pants. "I want your mouth on my cock," he said  harshly, straddling your chest. His cock was immediately in your face, large and hot and pushing against your lips as he hovered above you. His face was pure lust, eyes heavy lidded and beautiful lips apart, panting a little as he pushed into your mouth and you wrapped your tongue around him. Your whole concentration was on him, his beautiful hard prick, washboard stomach, and the muscles in his toned chest flexing as his breath came faster. He grabbed the headboard and angled himself so you could take more of him into your mouth, and pushed all the way to your throat just as you felt Minho push your knees wide apart and French kiss your clit.

The sudden and violent orgasm you had surprised  all three of you. Jisung laughed as you moaned around his cock, but Minho dove into your pussy like it was birthday cake. He wrapped an arm around your thigh and devoured you, his fingers shoved into you so hard and fast that even the flood of juices your orgasm released didn't ease the stretch. He ignored your cries, which were muffled around his best friend's dick, as he relentlessly sucked your tender clit into his mouth over and over again. Overstimulated, restrained, and choking on cock -  your mind was a solid scream of anguish and pleasure. It was to be the first of many such screams.

"Let's move her, hyung." Han said as he quickly swung off of you and loosed your wrists from the headboard.

"Already?" Minho asked without lifting his head from between your legs.

"It's not like we won't be tying her up again," Han promised. With a low growl, Minho gave up his assault on your pussy and untied your feet. You were quickly flipped over and lifted onto your hands and knees.

You looked up and saw it was Minho in front of you now with his hands on the back of your head, his cock just as big, and it was just as suddenly pushed through your lips. Your hands, wrists still trailing their bonds, pushed helplessly against his iron thighs in an effort to slow his descent down your throat. From this angle, he had a straight shot, and he took it. Panicked - you'd always been cautious about deep throating -  you pulled back and your teeth scraped him a tiny bit. Minho grunted and grabbed your jaw with one strong hand as he yelled from above. "Oh what the FUCK! Did you just BITE ME?"

Jisung gasped from behind you. "Oh no. You know what that means." You heard the sound of leather  slipping through belt loops.

"I sure do," Minho said through clenched teeth, and you cried out loudly when you felt the belt slap hard across your ass. Your knees wanted to give way, but Han held your hips in the air so he could admire his work. Minho pushed his cock deeper into your mouth and into your throat. Tears sprang to your eyes but you didn't bite again. He roughly fucked your face, but you were suddenly only aware of Jisung's thick cock pushing its way into you.

His fingers tracing the welt left by his belt, Han kneed your legs apart, gripped your hips and began forcing his way into you, your copious wetness doing little to ease the sudden massive stretch. His dick was wide and hard as stone, and you whimpered as he bottomed out forcefully with inches to go, and then pushed even deeper. His slender hips set up a heavy rhythm, pounding his full length into you and backing almost all the way out before slamming in again. He reached around and began massaging your clit just as Minho sat back on his haunches and began twisting your nipples, giving your throat a break but still pushing your mouth up and down on his cock, one hand always wrapped in your hair.

Your orgasm came just as fast as the first one, although this one was even harder. You exploded, screaming around Minho's dick, the contractions of  your cunt around Han making him groan and see stars. They were both ready when you collapsed; they caught you and flipped you effortlessly -  then Han was on top of you, his hands pushing your knees up so you were folded almost double, fucking you mercilessly. His mouth mauling yours. His hips bruising your pelvis. He fucked you across the bed until your head was hanging off the edge.

Minho, standing in front of your upside down face, took your head in his hands and pushed his cock all the way into your throat. Han was a madman on top of you, railing you into the mattress and marking your neck with his teeth, but Minho slowly fucked your throat with fist clenching control. Your hands roved from his ass to Han's, wanting to pull them both completely into you forever.

By the time Han shuddered on top of you, throwing his head back with a yell and flooding hotness deep inside you, your throat and cunt were both starting to feel sore. Thankfully watching Han collapse on you triggered Minho. He also tossed his head back and moaned, shoving his cock as deep down your throat as possible and cumming hard. You felt his  body shake as he spasmed, his face the picture of ecstasy. He fell heavily beside you, both men breathing hard and glossy with sweat.

They were looking at you appreciatively, little smiles on their panting lips. You whined a little when Han pulled his still-hard dick out of your sore pussy, and he winked at you, still breathing heavily. "Oh don't worry, sweet thing. You'll be seeing a lot more of it," he sang.