Thanks to the intense, mind-shattering climax Wang Yuqiang had just delivered, a good portion of my sanity had actually returned. Yet, leaning into the lingering haze of the drugs, I chose to keep my legs wrapped tightly around his muscular waist.
Feeling the slick sheen of sweat coating his broad back, I nuzzled against him, whining sweetly like a spoiled pup.
"Daddy... that felt so fucking good. This cheap dog is so grateful. Thank you, Daddy."
Wang chuckled, gently ruffling my hair again before laying back on the mattress.
"Slut. Come clean Daddy off."
"You're pretty damn skilled, aren't you? You come in here, fuck him for half an hour, and suddenly my slutty dog is completely devoted to you," Shen remarked, his voice laced with a dark, sinister edge.
"I can't take all the credit. You're the one who broke him in and made him this slutty in the first place, Brother Shen," Wang replied smoothly, playing it off with a casual laugh.
Suddenly, a rapid, aggressive pounding echoed from the front door. One of Shen’s guys immediately crept over on his tiptoes and peered through the peephole.
"Fuck! It's the cops!"
"Clean this up! Now!" Shen hissed the command.
The men in the room frantically scrambled to pull their clothes back on. They cleared out of the bedroom and rushed into the living room, crowding around the tables to desperately feign a casual game of mahjong and poker.
Before this so-called "party" had officially started, that was exactly what they had been doing; the floor was already conveniently littered with sunflower seed shells and empty beer bottles.
In less than three minutes, Shen and his crew had hidden the most obvious evidence and cracked the front door open. Meanwhile, Wang quickly helped me slip my clothes back on, steadying me as he guided me over to the sofa by the wall.
I tilted my head, keeping a close eye on the situation in the living room.
"We received a report of an illegal sex party taking place here." The two officers standing at the door were in full uniform, complete with body cameras strapped to their chests.
"Officers, please. This is just a registered mahjong and card room," Shen replied, plastering on a painfully polite smile.
"Right." The lead officer slowly scanned the room, looking back at Shen with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Regardless of what it is, we still need to do a full sweep."
The officer did a lap around the living room before stepping into the bedroom. He spotted me slouched against Wang Yuqiang on the sofa.
"What are you two doing in here?"
"We got tired of playing cards," Wang answered with an easy, disarming smile. "Just came in here to lie down and rest for a bit."
"Right."
The officer slowly paced around the bedroom. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the nightstand. Left sitting right out in the open was the small brown bottle of poppers Wang had brought with him. My chest instantly tightened with panic.
The officer stepped closer to the nightstand, curiously picking up the bottle of poppers and weighing it in his hand.
"What’s this?"
"Careful, that’s slightly corrosive. We use it for deep cleaning," Wang Yuqiang said smoothly, not missing a beat.
"Alright. Just be careful with it." The officer set the bottle back down, offering us a polite, generic smile.
But from my angle, I was the only one who caught it: the officer gave Wang a very subtle, deliberate wink.
After the sweep, Shen and his crew obviously didn't dare to continue the party. They spent a few minutes muttering amongst themselves, trying to figure out who could have possibly tipped off the cops.
Wang bluntly asked if Shen had rejected anyone recently who might have been petty enough to call it in. Shen’s face darkened as he actually started listing off a few names, eventually even throwing suspicion onto Lin Xiu.
Right before we left, Shen pulled out his phone and shoved the screen in my face. It was a gallery of high-definition photos: every single one clearly showing my face, completely warped with lust as I begged like a cheap slut for cock.
He patted my cheek provocatively. "I trust our esteemed CEO Jian knows exactly how to behave moving forward."
I kept my head lowered, shooting Shen a cold, dead-eyed glare, but didn't say a word.
Wang immediately stepped in, smoothly pulling me behind him.
"Don't worry, Brother Shen. He's already been thoroughly broken in. Next time, he'll probably be begging you to play with him."
Afterward, Wang took my keys and drove my car back to my place. I kept the passenger window rolled all the way down the entire ride, using the biting chill of the night air to force myself to sober up and calm down.
I checked my phone, still no messages from Lin Xiu. He was probably terrified I’d find out and had just slinked back to his dorm alone.
It was past midnight by the time we got back. Wang asked if he could just crash at my place for the night, and we took turns hitting the shower.
Before he stepped into the bathroom, Wang tossed me his unlocked phone, telling me to comb through Shen's group chat. Sure enough, there were plenty of photos of me getting wrecked, my face fully exposed.
The captions attached to them were sickening: "Virgin Slut-Hole," "Top-Tier Cum-Dump," "Muscle Stud Begging for It," "The Alpha's Degraded Fall."
I took screenshots of everything and immediately forwarded them to my own phone, securing them as evidence.
Despite the rational part of my brain taking control, an irrepressible wave of deep, burning humiliation and absolute fury surged through my chest.
I am going to make him pay for this. I am going to completely destroy him.
Wang Yuqiang finished his shower and climbed straight into my bed. I was about to tell him to go sleep in the guest room, but remembering that he essentially saved my ass tonight, I swallowed the words.
He naturally wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me flush against him, and actually started trying to comfort me.
"Brother Jian, try to get some sleep. Don't overthink it."
Hearing the slight dip in his voice, I honestly found it a little funny: he wasn't the one who just got used as a public cum-dump. I hadn't even had the time to process my own trauma yet.
I let out a heavy sigh, deciding to just sleep on it and figure out a solution tomorrow.
But before I could even close my eyes, I felt the unmistakable, iron-hard length of a massive cock pressing directly against the cleft of my ass. His head rested against the crook of my neck, his hot breath washing over my skin, sending a numbing, electrifying shiver through my entire body.
His deep, low voice instantly dragged my mind back to earlier tonight: back to the heavy, ragged grunts he made while ruthlessly pounding me.
Right then, my own massive dick was pitching a rock-hard tent against my abs. The aphrodisiacs that I thought were fading suddenly flared back to life, fueled by this rapidly expanding, raw lust.
After all, like Shen had bragged... this drug was designed to keep me taking a gangbang all night long.
Slowly, the heat rushed back to my head. The primal, animalistic hunger boiling in my groin began to completely erode my rationality. I reached down, pried Wang’s hands apart, and rolled over. Face-to-face, I wrapped my arms around his neck and crashed my lips into his.
After such an incredibly bizarre, humiliating night... what does playing the slutty bottom one more time really matter?
I'm still technically under the influence of the drugs, aren't I?
Wang was momentarily taken aback, but he recovered instantly. He grabbed my arms, pinning them down, and shifted his heavy, muscular frame completely over mine. He reached down to cup my face.
Realizing my cheeks were burning up, he asked, "Brother Jian, has the drug still not worn off?"
"I just want you to fuck me," I breathed.
Wang froze for a split second. Then, he lowered his head, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss against my forehead.
Right before delivering a sharp, stinging slap across my cheek.
"You absolute slut. You took all those cocks tonight, and you still haven't had enough?"
A sudden, unexpected wave of grievance washed over me.
So what if I took a bunch of cocks? Half of them I had to ride until they popped.
I just took a whole gangbang, and it still didn't feel half as good as getting wrecked by Wang Yuqiang alone.
It's their fault their dicks are useless, how does that make me the slut?
"No... I only want your cock."
"My what? You get back to your own house and suddenly forget how to address me?"
"Daddy's. Daddy's cock." I obeyed instantly, the sharp sting of humiliation only making me more incredibly aroused.
That clearly set him off. He ordered me to roll over onto my stomach, immediately crushing his heavy, muscular frame flat against my back. He began to slowly, deliberately grind his massive erection up and down my ass cleft.
He locked both my wrists down hard and pinned my calves with his legs, rendering me completely immobile. I could do absolutely nothing but let out breathy, helpless moans as the electrifying friction teased my hole.
Wang was always like this, he demanded absolute, total control.
Behind me, the relentless, teasing friction of his massive meat sent my desperation into overdrive. My brain short-circuited; the only thought left in my head was figuring out how to get that god-tier cock buried deep inside my slut-hole.
"Wang Yuqiang, please..."
"What did you call me?"
"Daddy! Please... just fuck me."
"Fuck." A sudden, shocking cold hit my ass as Wang generously slathered me in lube.
The next second, his massive cock drove relentlessly inside me, his heavy chest pressing completely flat against my back. His head came to rest right beside my ear.
"You cheap dog. Let me remind you exactly who your man is."
Wang’s hips began to violently piston against me. Fucking from this specific, flat-on-the-stomach angle forces the cock to glide straight down the natural curve of the colon, allowing the head to slam directly against the deepest, most sensitive walls. Initially, it's the most painful angle to take.
At first, purely out of instinct, I tried to reach back and brace my hands against his lower abdomen to stop him from bottoming out so brutally and causing more pain. But he ruthlessly grabbed my wrists, slamming them back down onto the mattress.
"You total slut. Your hole has already been stretched wide open by those drugs. It should be desperate to enjoy your man's cock and you're trying to push me away?"
He was absolutely right. Barely two thrusts later, every single ounce of pain completely melted into blinding, mind-shattering sexual pleasure.
Wang Yuqiang slowly released his grip on my wrists.
"Now, tell me. How is a proper slut supposed to pose?"
In a split second, I knew exactly what position he was talking about. It was as if I were a natural-born slut, pre-programmed with the knowledge without ever needing to be taught.
But I didn't move.
Behind me, Wang let out a soft, mocking chuckle. He slowed his thrusts down to an agonizing crawl, barely gliding in and out, teasing my hole like he was just scratching an itch.
"Brother Jian, drop the act. There's nothing wrong with being a slutty bottom. Worst-case scenario, you just let me be the only one who fucks you from now on. Be my exclusive slut. I guarantee I’ll keep you completely satisfied."
I couldn't hold back a breathy moan, but still, I didn't move my hands.
Tonight, I had submitted to degrading training countless times, completely leaning into the contrast as a twisted aphrodisiac to fuel the high.
But whatever pathetic shred of willpower I had left was screaming at me: Not this time.
Because those men who drugged me tonight were nothing but absolute scum. Deep down, my rational mind knew with crystal clarity that the moment the sun came up, I could effortlessly crush them under my feet in the real world.
In the heat of the moment, I was just using them like living sex toys, and honestly, they weren't even good ones.
But what Wang Yuqiang made me feel was far too real. Submitting to him, obeying him, becoming his exclusive slut, becoming his boyfriend... that had suddenly morphed into a terrifyingly genuine option, one I was actually considering.
But what would a choice like that actually cost me? What would I gain? I didn't know.
My exhausted, drug-addled brain simply couldn't process a question that heavy right now. All I could do was lie helplessly on the mattress, whining softly, completely tormented by the dual agony of the aphrodisiacs and Wang’s teasing cock.
Wang let out a soft breath, gently stroking my hair. He leaned in close to my ear.
"Brother Jian. Don't overthink it."
"We're just fucking. Playing with Wang Yuqiang feels incredible. Doesn't it?"
With that, he launched into a savage, relentless assault. The sudden, overwhelming surge of blinding pleasure instantly shattered my mental deadlock, rescuing me from my own hesitation.
I finally reached back, grabbing my own ass cheeks and violently pulling them apart, pitching my hips higher into the air to eagerly welcome his brutal impact.
"That's right, you little slut. This is exactly how they're supposed to pose when they take cock."
And then, I was drowned in round after round of violent, unhinged pounding.
Perhaps because my body had already endured a brutal gangbang earlier that night, my stamina simply couldn't keep pace with Wang Yuqiang's. In the end, I had to let go of my ass. I grabbed onto his wrists which were braced on either side of me, like handlebars, desperately begging him to blow his load deep inside my hole.
By that point, my own cock had already continuously spurted thick streams of pre-cum and semen, completely soaking the bedsheets beneath me.
Even after he finally came, Wang kept his heavy, sweaty weight pressed flat against my back. I tried to urge him to go take a shower, but he simply muttered that he needed to rest for a moment after fucking so hard.
Ultimately, my exhaustion won. I drifted off into a heavy, groggy sleep, pinned entirely beneath him, with his cock still buried deep inside me.
The next day, after we both headed off to our respective jobs, Wang Yuqiang unexpectedly showed up downstairs at my office building to wait for me. He claimed he wanted to discuss our strategy for dealing with Shen.
Crushing a guy like Shen would be completely effortless for me, but Wang just smirked and joked, "Revenge is an art form."
He pitched a plan that, admittedly, was actually pretty brilliant. And to execute this "master plan," he shamelessly proposed that he needed to crash at my place for the next few days.
It just so happened that Lin Xiu would be stuck at school for the next couple of days anyway. Since I had already planned to sit down and have a serious talk with Lin Xiu only after I had completely taken care of Shen, I agreed to Wang's arrangement.
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