Ah. It was lovely to hear the sound of his voice. Confirmation that he had been right all along. Now the plan could truly be set into motion. He brought the whip down again and again, finally stopping once they had reached ten. Huaisang stepped forward, close enough to Wen Chao that he could feel the heat come off his reddened back.
He used the whip to run down his chest, lower down to his stomach. "This got you excited, A-Chao. It's plain to see." It really was. Those trousers were tenting. "This is just a taste of what I can show you."
Wen Chao didn't want to look, he didn't want to see but he knew what was coming and he hated it. He looked down and he felt all the colour leave him. He just got hard cause a weakling whipped him in the backroom of his current safehouse. It was as embarrassing as it was enlightening. The shame and the guilt overtook the logic and he turned around suddenly, shoving Nie Huaisang away from him.
"I am not! Stop calling me that! If you touch me again, I will rip your dick off!" Wen Chao was yelling not, unable to stop himself. He was not exactly immune to having tantrums and this one was hard to stop. "You fucked with my head, you weird little faggot!"
He stepped back even further, to be out of the range of this tantrum. Reaching for his fan, he opened it to fan himself as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes on Wen Chao. He resisted the urge to look down again, to notice the obvious bulge. It wasn't terribly impressive anyway. "Ah, I'm not skilled enough to make anyone feel what they would not have felt anyway."
A masochist. He wondered whether he would want to be restrained as well. Probably. "Perhaps next time we should talk in your room. I can share my secrets."
"I will get your secrets. I will rip them out of you if I have to. By Friday, I'll know everything." He had picked Friday, now he had to stick to it. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it back on, looking down and yeah, his dick was really pushing against his jogging pants. And, they were light grey, so there was a small little stain forming. Leakage. Pre-come. He was that hard. Not a little, a lot, apparently.
His eyes widened comically when he saw it and then he looked back up at Nie Huiasang, pointing childishly. "You will pay for this!"
"I'm prepared to pay," Nie Huaisang hastened to say, bowing politely, "I have expensive tastes."
He smiled, just a little bit, and turned his head when he heard someone knock the door. The voice that followed wasn't familiar. It sounded a little rough and perhaps a tad impatient.
"Eh, little boss!" Xue Yang kicked his foot against the door, tired of being kept waiting, "Come out. Your father's sent me."
"Hang on, I'm just, I'm, I have -- it's an interrogation!" Wen Chao snapped angrily as he made sure he was dressed, hoping he could play off the stain as something else as he awkwardly tried to will his boner away. He closed his eyes, thought of seeing his father and like that, his dick swiftly dropped back down.
Gulping, he glared at Nie Huiasang and stormed over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him along as he opened the door.
Xue Yang. The last person he wanted to see. "I have to take this young master back."
Xue Yang looked from Wen Chao to Nie Huaisang, looking them both up and down before settling on Wen Chao again, shrugging his shoulders to show how little he cared. "Whatever."
He did not bow to Wen Chao. But then, he didn't even bow to Wen Chao's father, so that was not that shocking. "After you." He stepped aside, prepared to follow behind them.
Nie Huaisang had put his fan away again and his head was lowered, his posture different. He looked scared again and he used his hair falling before his eyes to properly look at this man that had interrupted them. He looked like he'd be trouble, he could see that much easily.
It changed again. He noticed it. Did anyone else?! Probably not, given they were alone. He was so determined and forceful and now he was all weak and timid again. What was happening?
Walking to the room, he opened the door and pushed Nie Huaisang back in. He looked at Wen Zhuliu and nodded. "I'm going to meet with my father. Keep an eye on all of them for me." With a small nod, he eyed up everyone in the door before shutting the door behind him.
He took a moment, exhaled slowly and then looked at Xue Yang. He was trying to play it cool but his face was throbbing and his back hurt like crazy. "Why does he want to see me?... Did he say anything about Friday?"
"Eh?" Friday? Xue Yang was somewhat used to Wen Chao spouting nonsense, so he just shrugged and started walking. "I don't know. The old man's not all there these days, he rambled all the time, who is listening?"
Evidently not him. Which was perhaps a bit of an issue given some might consider him a close confidant to a very powerful man, but he truly couldn't bring himself to care that much. "Probably just wants to know about all those brats you're keeping."
"Hey, watch yourself. You can't talk about my father in such a way! He is not rambling, he speaks only with purpose." Wen Chao was a loyal son, if not a useless son. He would do whatever his father told him and he would listen to him above anyone else. He knew his father kept his safe so even if he feared him, this was the right thing to do. Stick where the power was.
"The brats are all just making a fuss. Though I made one of them cry and scream. I got a video." Wen Chao boasted as he walked a safe distance away from Xue Yang. He found the psycho deeply unsettling to be near. He reminded him a lot of his brother. "Is da-ge going to be there too?"
"I dunno. Who needs him?" Not Xue Yang, so he cared very little. Although he also didn't think that anyone needed Wen Chao, ever, so evidently it was all relative. He headed out the door and right for his car, as there was no way that he was getting into whatever thing Wen Chao drove around. Looked like the dumbest toy in the world.
He got into the driver's seat and put his seatbelt on, checking his phone messages and quickly replying to one with a few cute emoji. Then he looked up when Wen Chao got in.
"Zhuliu let me pet the dog." So Wen Zhuliu remained his favourite. He started the car, the music coming back on. He was listening to a melancholy love song, apparently.
"But I have a car! Let's take my car! It self drives, it's so cool. It's a cyber truck!" No, Xue Yang was not listening. Wen Chao pouted for a moment, looked over at his cool car that everyone refused to get into and then huffed, going around to get into Xue Yang's less cool car. It wasn't even electric.
In a huff, he put his seatbelt on and then looked at Xue Yang. "Yeah, it's my dog. He's a real good boy. Bit yappy sometimes but you can fix it by slapping it's nose."
"He wouldn't yap at me. You just have to look at him." Most dogs tended to listen to him then. They were cute too. Maybe he should get a dog. He considered it as he headed into traffic, humming along to the song and tapping the rhythm against the steering wheel.
"What about Friday?" Was there something on Friday? He hadn't been told. He had wanted to have a date night. "I'm busy then."
"Nothing, it's just a good time to have a plan. Cause no one wants to work on the weekend and I was thinking that if my dad wanted to do anything, it's the best time. The banks are closed until Monday so -- yeah." He didn't know why that mattered but Nie Huaisang said it so he copied it without the context. "Maybe we can get a surrender by Friday? Then we could party on Saturday, you know?"
He swallowed hard and then nervously looked at Xue Yang. "But don't ask my dad about Friday, don't bring it up! I'm sure if it's a good idea, he'll say it soooo."
"I have a plan for Friday. I have a date. I don't know what loser wouldn't be busy on a Friday." So, quite frankly, seemed like an awful time for surrendering, but what did he care? He was not showing up because he was not cancelling a date for something as nebulous as a potential surrender and closed banks. Who cared?
"Just tell me when you fight the Nie leader. Though that probably won't be you, right? Anyway, he is fun. He almost killed me once." Good times.
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He used the whip to run down his chest, lower down to his stomach. "This got you excited, A-Chao. It's plain to see." It really was. Those trousers were tenting. "This is just a taste of what I can show you."
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"I am not! Stop calling me that! If you touch me again, I will rip your dick off!" Wen Chao was yelling not, unable to stop himself. He was not exactly immune to having tantrums and this one was hard to stop. "You fucked with my head, you weird little faggot!"
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A masochist. He wondered whether he would want to be restrained as well. Probably. "Perhaps next time we should talk in your room. I can share my secrets."
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His eyes widened comically when he saw it and then he looked back up at Nie Huiasang, pointing childishly. "You will pay for this!"
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He smiled, just a little bit, and turned his head when he heard someone knock the door. The voice that followed wasn't familiar. It sounded a little rough and perhaps a tad impatient.
"Eh, little boss!" Xue Yang kicked his foot against the door, tired of being kept waiting, "Come out. Your father's sent me."
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Gulping, he glared at Nie Huiasang and stormed over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him along as he opened the door.
Xue Yang. The last person he wanted to see. "I have to take this young master back."
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He did not bow to Wen Chao. But then, he didn't even bow to Wen Chao's father, so that was not that shocking. "After you." He stepped aside, prepared to follow behind them.
Nie Huaisang had put his fan away again and his head was lowered, his posture different. He looked scared again and he used his hair falling before his eyes to properly look at this man that had interrupted them. He looked like he'd be trouble, he could see that much easily.
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Walking to the room, he opened the door and pushed Nie Huaisang back in. He looked at Wen Zhuliu and nodded. "I'm going to meet with my father. Keep an eye on all of them for me." With a small nod, he eyed up everyone in the door before shutting the door behind him.
He took a moment, exhaled slowly and then looked at Xue Yang. He was trying to play it cool but his face was throbbing and his back hurt like crazy. "Why does he want to see me?... Did he say anything about Friday?"
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Evidently not him. Which was perhaps a bit of an issue given some might consider him a close confidant to a very powerful man, but he truly couldn't bring himself to care that much. "Probably just wants to know about all those brats you're keeping."
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"The brats are all just making a fuss. Though I made one of them cry and scream. I got a video." Wen Chao boasted as he walked a safe distance away from Xue Yang. He found the psycho deeply unsettling to be near. He reminded him a lot of his brother. "Is da-ge going to be there too?"
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He got into the driver's seat and put his seatbelt on, checking his phone messages and quickly replying to one with a few cute emoji. Then he looked up when Wen Chao got in.
"Zhuliu let me pet the dog." So Wen Zhuliu remained his favourite. He started the car, the music coming back on. He was listening to a melancholy love song, apparently.
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In a huff, he put his seatbelt on and then looked at Xue Yang. "Yeah, it's my dog. He's a real good boy. Bit yappy sometimes but you can fix it by slapping it's nose."
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"What about Friday?" Was there something on Friday? He hadn't been told. He had wanted to have a date night. "I'm busy then."
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He swallowed hard and then nervously looked at Xue Yang. "But don't ask my dad about Friday, don't bring it up! I'm sure if it's a good idea, he'll say it soooo."
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"Just tell me when you fight the Nie leader. Though that probably won't be you, right? Anyway, he is fun. He almost killed me once." Good times.