"Thank god, I won't see this guy ever again!"
Minho stood in one place for a few moments, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts as he weighed his options. The hallway was dimly lit, and the air felt even thicker with tension. He could hear the faint echo of footsteps as the man he had been hesitating about, rushed to him, clearly irritated by his delay. Just as Minho was about to make a decision, the man turned back, his expression a mix of annoyance and determination.
"What are you waiting for? You think you can play with me? Do I look like a toy to you? Come with me!" He snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. Without giving him a chance to respond, the man reached out and grabbed Minho's hand, pulling him along with him through the corridor. Minho's heart raced, a mixture of panic and reluctance flooding his mind. "Shit! I should have left when I got the chance. Why did I even hesitate?! I have never been a bottom before! I can't fight him now, he is literally twice my size… Where is he taking me? …" he thought, frustration mingling with a hint of fear.
As they moved, he couldn't help but steal glances at the man ahead. He was handsome, his features striking even in the harsh light of the corridor. His hair fell in soft slightly waves just above his eyebrows, and the way he carried himself exuded confidence. Despite the urgency of the moment, Minho felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. " He is strong… very strong… and… handsome… maybe it won't be so bad. After all, it is just one-stand experience." he thought, admiration battling with his earlier hesitation. The tension shifted slightly as he found himself drawn to the man's persistence, feeling a spark of intrigue amidst the chaos of his thoughts.
They were heading deep into the dimly lit corridor. As they walked closer to its end, Minho, feeling a sense of unease, asked, "Don't we need a reservation to use these rooms?" The man, clearly irritated by his question, snapped back, "You wanted a room, right? You have it, now shut it." Minho fell silent, sensing the tension in the man's voice.
As they approached the end of the corridor, they passed the security guards who stood like lookouts in front of the exclusive VIP rooms. Typically, they wouldn't let anyone through without a proper reservation. However, to Minho's surprise, the guards merely bowed to them and stepped aside, allowing them to pass. Minho's mind raced with confusion. "That was strange. When I came here with my date last time, they kicked us out, saying it was only for VIPs. Maybe he has a reservation, and he's a VIP guest?"
With that thought lingering in his mind, he stepped into the last room of the corridor. The room was expansive, with high ceilings that seemed to stretch endlessly above him. In the centre was a massive bed, draped in luxurious fabrics that caught the soft light. Minho stood in shock, taking in the lavish decor and the overwhelming sense of luxuriousness. Just as he was lost in his thoughts, the man unexpectedly pushed him, causing him to tumble onto the bed. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, the man said, "Let's continue from where we stopped, shall we?"
Without a second thought, the man struck down to Minho's lower body, making his pants fall off. The man grabbed Minho's shoulder, turning him around, not facing him anymore but the bed. The position they were in caused Minho's hip to bend toward the man's body, making it easier for the man to carry on with his actions. The man at this point was making everything possible to go inside in Minho's ass, despite the resistance of Minho's side. He was pulling his cock in and out of Minho's body, like it was the last thing he wanted do. The man's satisfaction was visible from a distance. But something was missing…
Minho was pushed to his limits, grabbing the bed cover in attempt to relieve his pain, while at the same time he was practically fighting the enjoyment of the act. His mind was racing with confusion once again, "It hurts like hell… What does he want, to tear me apart!?" he thought. Summoning every bit of strength he had left, he managed to say, "S-sir… can you … be more gentle?". With every single move that the man was doing, it was becoming harder and harder for Minho to breathe properly. The man ignoring Minho's request, leaned forward to Minho's ear and with his warm breath, he whispered rather sharply, "Stop addressing me as "Sir"… My name is Seo-jun. Say it." With these words, the man grabbed Minho's hair, forcing him to lift his head up. Here is what was missing…
"Seo-Jun…" with a significant difficulty, Minho says his name. At this very moment everything seemed to shift upside down. The man forced himself on Minho even more than before and thought to himself, "This shall do the work, it is not as terrible as I thought." grinning and going faster, heading deeper inside Minho. When suddenly a sensation runs through Minho's whole body, it was rather enjoyable than strange. A sensation that strong it left Minho's screaming to escape his mouth. Minho was finally feeling the same enjoyment as Seo-Jun. Moments later the expected ejaculation happened from both Minho's and Seo-Jun's side, which marked the ending of their intimacy act.
After they both finished, Seo-Jun sits on the bed, leaning slightly toward Minho, his playful demeanour never fading. Minho, still blushing and breathing heavily from the sex, finally gathers himself and says, "Are we…done…?" his voice barely above a whisper. This only makes Seo-Jun come closer to him, his face inches from his, and he leans in with a smirk, saying sharply followed by laughter, "Done!? We are just getting started… The night is young." With this he turns Minho to see his face and pushes his cock deeply inside Minho all over again.
The next day, Minho wakes up feeling sleepy and sore from the previous night's experience. With effort, he reaches for his phone to check the time and suddenly screams, "I AM LATE!" With that shout, he rushes to get dressed. The panic in his voice is enough to wake Seo-Jun, who sleeping next to him.
He wakes up, his voice filled with annoyance as he asks, "What's all this noise about?"
Without thinking, Minho, still in a hurry, replies, "I don't have time for you now. I have to go… And remember, don't look for me. I told you, I don't sleep with the same guy twice." Seo-Jun, uninterested in Minho's panic, gets up with a smirk and says, "Don't you worry. I haven't slept with the same guy only once, they always come back for more." before calmly heading to the bathroom.
Minho is shocked by his indifference and thinks to himself, "As if! I am not going to come back to you! Asshole!" He glances at the clock again, his heart racing as he realises, "I HAVE TO GO NOW! Thank god, I won't see this guy ever again!" The tension rises as he tries to finish getting ready and rushes out of the room.
Minho was sprinting through a very sophisticated estate, the grandeur of the mansion evident from the moment he stepped through the entrance. It was enormous, with its high ceilings and ornate decorations speaking to its wealth and status. Outside, a beautifully manicured garden stretched out, filled with colourful flowers and neatly trimmed hedges, adding to the estate's elegance.
As Minho dashed past the security guards stationed at the entrance, Minho felt a rush of adrenaline going through his body. He managed to slip fast inside the mansion, where the lavish interior continued to impress. The walls were full of exquisite art pieces, and the soft glow of chandeliers illuminated the polished floors as he hurried down a long corridor.
Just ahead, at the entrance of a large room, a man stood waiting for him. As Minho drew closer, the man's expression shifted from impatience to a welcoming smile. "Just in time, son!" he called out, his voice resonating through the corridor, emphasising the importance of Minho's arrival. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Minho approached. Where was he?
As he approached his father, he bowed respectfully and greeted him, saying, "Hello, sir!" His father stepped closer, concern etched on his face as he patted Minho on the shoulder. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" he asked, his voice laced with paternal worry.
With a confident smile, Minho replied sharply, "Of course! I have been training for this for years! I am ready!" His determination seemed to ease his father's concerns, and a proud smile spread across his father's face as he opened the door to the large meeting room.
Inside, around thirty men were seated, all eyes turning toward Minho and his father as they entered. The room was set up with a large table and chairs, creating an atmosphere of seriousness. As his father announced with enthusiasm, "Then... Welcome to Phoenix's team, son!" Minho felt a surge of excitement.
Cheers erupted from the men, enveloping him in a wave of warmth and support. "Welcome to our team, Minho!" they exclaimed, extending hugs and handshakes. Minho couldn't help but giggle at the enthusiastic reception, feeling grateful for the camaraderie and encouragement that surrounded him.
It was an occasion for celebrating…