Lately, Lin Xiu had been spending all his time at the dorms, God knows what was going on at his university. Normally, this would be my cue to hit up my roster and arrange a few hookups. But honestly, my mind kept drifting back to the last time Wang Yuqiang fucked me, effectively killing my mood for anyone else.
The silver lining was that the BDSM and pup play we did last time genuinely sparked my interest. I ended up buying some gear of my own and hooked up with a few masochistic bottoms just to practice. I'd say I've officially gotten the hang of being a Dom. If Lin Xiu hadn't been so absent recently, I absolutely would have slapped a collar on him and trained him properly.
One afternoon, while I was deep into my work, my phone buzzed with a text from Wang Yuqiang.
"Brother Jian, free tonight? Let's grab dinner."
We had been texting pretty regularly lately, but we hadn't met up since that night. I wasn't entirely sure what his angle was with asking me out to dinner. Still, after playing together so many times, it felt like our dynamic was naturally settling into something more conventional.
Honestly, in my eyes, all that talk about top/bottom hierarchy and Master/slave dignity was just spice for the sex. I didn't take it too seriously. And over the course of our encounters, Wang's genuine friendliness toward me was obvious.
"Sure. Where at?"
"Down in the South District. I'll swing by and pick you up after work."
"Your station is closer to the South District anyway. Don't go out of your way. I'll just drive and pick you up on my route."
"Okay~" Wang replied, attaching a cute emoji of a puppy sticking its tongue out. It was completely out of character for the ruthless top I knew.
I tapped back, sending an emoji of a hand patting a puppy's head.
"Tch," Wang replied. A two-second pause followed, and then another sticker popped up on my screen:
It was a custom GIF. A heavily muscled, stark-naked man was kneeling on the floor in a perfect doggy pose, tongue lolling out, with the words "Slutty Dog" crudely edited across his pecs. A hand reached into the frame to pat his head and stroke his cheek, causing the muscle-pup to violently quiver with excitement.
At the bottom of the GIF, a single word flashed: "Good boy~"
I stared at it for a second. Then, I quietly deleted the degenerate message from my chat history and went right back to work.
That evening, I met up with Wang Yuqiang for dinner as planned. He had picked out a highly authentic Cantonese restaurant, which perfectly suited my tastes. As we talked, I found out something surprising: despite him constantly calling me "Brother Jian" out of respect, we were both actually twenty-eight. I was only older than him by about two weeks.
That naturally led to a debate over who looked younger.
Comparing the two of us side-by-side, it was obvious I took much better care of my skin and actually looked more youthful. The only reason I seemed older was my styling, my hair was always meticulously slicked back, I lived in tailored suits, and I rarely smiled. Wang, on the other hand, sported a buzz cut that was barely grown out, had a darker, sun-baked complexion, and constantly radiated this sunny, energetic vibe.
We talked about everything, work, family, our dating lives, and the usual guy talk like sports and international politics. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found my affection for him growing significantly.
With most of my hookups, I stick to a strict "fuck only, no talking" policy. It's not that I'm trying to be mysterious; it's just that realizing the guy underneath me is a complete idiot actively kills my sex drive. This is especially true for the popular "jock" types in our scene, I carefully reserve all my appreciation strictly for their beautiful, youthful bodies.
Of course, being dumb is different from being innocent. I have a major soft spot for younger guys who trigger my protective instincts.
Being able to hold a genuinely engaging conversation with Wang Yuqiang was an unexpected surprise. After all, he just looked so... brute force. Especially in bed, where he completely operated on pure, overflowing animalistic instinct. I hadn't expected the gears in his head to turn so smoothly.
However, the warm, harmonious atmosphere was instantly shattered by a single sentence:
"But honestly, Brother Jian, I didn't expect you to be so open-minded about it. Letting him go all out at a party like that."
"What party?" The color instantly drained from my face.
"You know, the one these past few days... the one organized by the guys over at A University..." Seeing my expression darken, Wang immediately scrambled to pull out his phone and pull up the infos.
I stared at his screen. It was an announcement in a group chat organizing an upcoming gangbang, and the requirements for entry weren't low. But one line in particular caught my eye: it was calling for dominant muscle tops to come play with the "Campus Heartthrob" of a specific college at A University.
All the leaked details, explicitly and implicitly, pointed straight to Lin Xiu.
I scrolled up carefully. This was already the fourth time this event had been hosted.
Wang Yuqiang then tapped into a smaller, private group chat and handed me the phone to look at the photos.
"I'd seen pictures of Lin Xiu acting as a sex slave before, which is why I suggested treating him like a pup when we played together last time. But back then, it never went this far."
I tapped on the most recent batch of photos. It didn't take me long to spot Lin Xiu.
There was a shot of him with a face completely glazed in cum, still sticking his tongue out to suck cock. Another showed him getting fucked so brutally in front of a crowd that he was literally pissing himself. There was one of him kneeling on the floor, licking someone's shoes and socks, and another of him tied up, a mix of piss and semen slowly dripping from his gaping slut-hole...
Looking at these photos, my mind went completely blank. Lin Xiu was undeniably slutty; he loved to play and had no inhibitions.
But how could he degrade himself to this level? And why would he lie to me about it?
Wang Yuqiang reached over and firmly gripped my hand. "Brother Jian, don't panic."
The truth is, Lin Xiu and I actually had a really solid relationship. An "open relationship" for us didn't just mean we were casual fuck-buddies; there were genuine feelings and real trust between us. That's why I quickly came to a very clear conclusion:
"Lin Xiu was drugged, and he's almost certainly being blackmailed."
I could judge that purely based on our sexual chemistry, without drugs, there was absolutely no way Lin Xiu had the stamina to endure a train like that. And given how seriously he took his studies and his future, it was highly unlikely he would voluntarily take heavy narcotics. Furthermore, in every single photo, his expression looked hazy, bewildered, and lost.
The fact that this party had been held four times meant Lin Xiu had a compelling reason forcing him to show up.
Wang took his phone back, scrolling through to look up the profile of the event organizer.
"I know this guy. We've never met in person, but I've seen him peddling poppers and pills before. The chances of him using date-rape drugs or heavy sedatives are pretty damn high."
Wang Yuqiang and I locked eyes for a moment, both of us silently calculating our next move.
"Brother Jian, do you want to just go back and talk to Lin Xiu directly?"
"He said he's staying at the dorms these next two days. If I drive to his university now, it'll probably be past curfew. I'll wait until tomorrow... I'll sit down and talk to him when I actually see him."
I headed home with a heavy heart. The first thing I did was text him:
"Are you coming home tomorrow?"
"No, I've got a ton of exams coming up. I'm staying here for another three days. I'll be back on the weekend."
"Is there anything bothering you at school lately?"
"What's going on, babe? Why so sappy all of a sudden? [Shy emoji]"
"Nothing. Just checking in on my boyfriend."
"Hehe. Everything's fine! I can handle whatever school throws at me."
"Okay. But if anything goes wrong, remember to tell me. You have to trust that, as adults out in the real world, we have the power and resources to solve a lot of problems that might seem impossible to you right now."
A long, agonizing silence followed. It took twenty minutes before Lin Xiu finally replied:
"I know, babe. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I clutched my phone to my chest and closed my eyes, but all I could see were those photos of Lin Xiu being degraded and used like a cheap toy. Even though we had such an open relationship, there were still secrets he couldn't bring himself to say out loud.
Is this really how two people have to be when they're together?
The next day, right as I was getting off work, my phone buzzed with a message from Wang Yuqiang. It was a screenshot of the chat log from that private group.
The first thing I saw was a POV (first-person) photo.
In the center of the frame was a young man's head, blindfolded, his tongue lolling out in a daze. The person taking the photo had his legs kicked up, resting them on the young man's shoulders. The outline of a massive, rock-hard erection strained against his dress pants, aimed directly at the young man's face. In the corner of the frame, the photographer's hand was holding up a blister pack of pills, showing it off like a trophy.
The text accompanying the photo read: "Fed him another pill today. Who else wants to come play?" Below that was a live location pin.
That young man was Lin Xiu.
A second message from Wang Yuqiang immediately followed:
"I'm out on a call right now. Wait until I'm off duty and we'll head over together."
I slowly pulled my car over to the curb and put it in park. I set my phone down, feeling the blood rush hotly to my head. I forced myself to take several deep breaths to suppress the blinding rage before finally typing out a reply to Wang:
"Thanks, man. But I'm going in now."
I drove to the address pinned on the map. It was a standard residential apartment building.
The front door was slightly ajar. I knocked politely, and almost immediately, a guy answered, asking what my business was.
"I'm here to fuck," I said smoothly. "Saw the post in the group chat."
The guy nodded, motioning for me to come inside. He pointed down the hall, indicating that I needed to strip down completely before entering the main room. As I unbuttoned my shirt and stepped out of my pants, I casually probed for information.
"Is there really only one slutty hole in there? Can he even handle a crowd?"
"Don't worry. This one's already been drugged; you could play with him all night and he wouldn't get tired."
As the last of my clothes fell away, revealing my highly defined, muscular physique, the guy let out an impressed whistle.
"Damn. That little slut is in for a real treat tonight."
"If he's that much of a slut, did he come to you guys begging to get wrecked?"
"Nah. Brother Shen picked him out directly from the university. He's still being broken in, but honestly, give it a few more sessions and he'll be fully trained."
I didn't press any further. Partly because I didn't want to blow my cover, and partly because I was completely naked now. I simply pushed the door open and walked straight in.
Behind that door was a scene straight out of an absolutely depraved fever dream.
Just as the guy outside had said, the massive bed in the center of the room held two bottoms. Both were blindfolded.
I instantly recognized one of them as Lin Xiu; he was currently getting fucked. The other guy was even leaner and more fair-skinned than Lin Xiu, looking like he was just taking a breather. Scattered around the room were about seven or eight dominant tops, either grouped up smoking and chatting, or casually groping and teasing the two blindfolded bodies on the bed.
Among them, one man caught my attention immediately.
He was lounging right next to the two bottoms, wearing a pair of glasses. He had a lean, athletic build, subtle muscle over very pale skin, but an unusually heavy amount of body hair. It started as a thick trail from his chest, running straight down his stomach, connecting all the way to his groin.
Even completely flaccid, his dick was terrifyingly large; while it lacked the wrist-thick girth of Wang Yuqiang's cock, the length was easily comparable.
I looked closely at his face. At first glance, he gave off a refined, almost gentlemanly vibe, but his eyes were incredibly sharp, carrying a dark, sinister edge.
The man glanced up, sizing me up and down. "First time here, brother?"
I nodded.
Immediately, two other tops sauntered over, their hands reaching out to casually grope my dick and pinch my nipples. Without breaking eye contact with the man in glasses, I smoothly and firmly swatted their hands away, stepping deeper into the room to approach him.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his lenses.
"I run my own business." Hosting this kind of underground party almost always involved some sort of transactional or financial backing.
"Oh?" The bespectacled man nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"Found these slutty holes right on our campus. Play with them however you want."
"Your campus?" I stared hard at his face. He looked familiar.
"Yeah. University students," he said casually, waving a hand.
That's when it hit me. I recognized him from a photo Lin Xiu had posted on his social media a while back. He was Lin Xiu's campus advisor. Without a doubt, he was the prime suspect who had set Lin Xiu up.
To keep from blowing my cover, I casually grabbed the other bottom lying on the bed and pulled him into position. The second my cock slid into his hole, he let out a long, satisfied moan, his hands desperately grabbing at my pecs and biceps, trying to pull himself flush against me. I pinned him flat against the mattress and started thrusting at a slow, calculated pace.
"Are they all drugged?" I asked flatly.
"Listen to you, what do you mean 'drugged'? Everything here is completely voluntary."
"I prefer fucking the ones who aren't voluntary."
"Then you should take a turn on this slutty dog." He pointed a finger straight at Lin Xiu, who was still getting relentlessly pounded by another top.
"He's still fresh to being broken in. His reactions are intense."
I accelerated the pace of my thrusts into the cheap dog beneath me, forcing wave after wave of breathless moans from his throat. But my mind was completely elsewhere. I felt almost no physical pleasure from the friction; all my anxiety, rage, and focus were entirely fixated on Lin Xiu, lying just a few feet away.
"That slutty dog is fresh meat," the man said, lighting a cigarette. He took a deep drag and casually started explaining the setup to me.
"The one you're currently wrecking was the first. He literally begged me for the drugs because he's a massive whore. But of course, sluts never want to admit they're sluts. He insisted on playing the victim, claiming he only got gangbanged because I spiked his drink."
The man reached over and lazily slapped the bottom I was fucking across the face. He sneered.
"Now, that slutty dog," he pointed his cigarette at Lin Xiu, "is his roommate. He somehow found out what happened and decided to play the hero. Came to me demanding justice. So, naturally, I broke him in too."
That sounds exactly like something Lin Xiu would do. I let out a heavy, silent sigh in my chest. You stupid, naive kid.
"Even though he's my student, I honestly never pegged him for being gay. Definitely didn't expect him to be this much of a slut, either."
"But I'll give him credit. Out of all the men I've drugged and played with, he's got a solid will. Even after the high wore off, he was still threatening to make me pay." The man let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"I've already wrecked him. I have the photos, the videos, all his personal information, where exactly does he think he can run?"
"Now I've got two slutty dogs getting wrecked side-by-side, turning each other on. That's usually how playing with pups goes. One cheap dog drags in another, and they all just drag each other down into absolute, mindless depravity. That's where the real thrill is."
"I just didn't expect..."
The man tapped the ash off his cigarette, a chilling smile spreading across his face, "...that this little slutty dog would manage to drag in a top-tier muscle stud like you."
The moment those words left his mouth, a crushing, heavy blow slammed into the back of my skull.
Everything instantly went black.
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