"You're welcome. It was hard too cause my dad really hates you Nie bastards." He worked hard to get revenge of Wei Wuxian, to the point of practically derailing the entire plan but still, his father didn't mind. As long as everyone ended up under the Wens then nothing much mattered.
The fan was against his face and he remembered last time it was pushing on his cheek. The sting. The sharp hit. How good it felt. "You do owe me." Maybe he could make Nie Huiasang give him something in return. "Tell me one of your secrets then. As a thank you."
"One of my secrets?" That was quite the exchange for the literal barrage of information he kept giving him. Still, Nie Huaisang acted coy, withdrawing the fan to open it back up and hide behind it, lowering his eyes for the moment. "Oh, I don't know."
When in doubt, always a good line to say. He did know, however, so he looked at Wen Chao again, meeting his eyes. "My secret is that I collect erotica." Not much of a secret. "Erotic art. In all its forms. And it has made me quite the connoisseur. I love looking at a strong man's erection. It can be so aesthetically pleasing."
He sighed and shrugged. "Only most men can't measure up to the perfection I have seen."
"I was hoping a gang secret." Weng Chao huffed in annoyance. He wanted a plan he could foil or intel he could share with his dad. This was just a nothing burger. So the guy liked porn? Big deal. "You're a guy, why not just get on pornhub and jack off like normal people? You don't need to buy art for that sort of thing."
Wen Chao felt that was a helpful thing to explain.
Cockily, Wen Chao smirked and then looked down at himself. "I bet you'd fucking come in your pants if you saw me naked, sissy-boy. All the girls like me." Especially anyone who accepted cash.
"Really?" Nie Huaisang shifted gears a little, subtly. Drawing himself up and raising an eyebrow a little, knowing that he could look very judgemental if he wanted to. "Does my A-Chao think that he has what it takes to impress gege?"
He anticipated Wen Chao potentially protesting the way he talked to him again, so he accented the end of that sentence by suddenly closing his fan against the palm of his hand, the noise resounding in the room just as it had the other day.
The noise made everything stop and he paused, staring ahead in awe as he looked at Nie Huisang. Gege. His dick was hardening. Good, he wanted it to be as big as possible when he did this. He was sure that horny little queer would want to suck his dick. "I'm very impressive actually, gege."
He said it with a sneer, not aware of how good it felt to actually say it. He pulled his shirt over his head and then spread his arms out, going for seductive and hot. "You wanna see the full package then?"
Nie Huaisang opened his fan back up with practised ease and held it in front of his face, which was for the best. He wasn't entirely certain if he had managed to school his expression entirely, as he hadn't foreseen Wen Chao taking off his shirt again without prompting. Further down the rabbit hole than anticipated.
It gave him all the confidence he needed and so he simply nodded curtly, in as haughty a manner as he could. It was quite haughty, he was a privileged young man after all. "I want to see what you have. I'd like to be impressed."
"I had this girl, Wang Ling-- something. I forget now. She was really funny though. And she loved my dick. She used to always ask to suck my cock. Though sometimes she liked using her teeth, kinda freaked me out." He was always a bit afraid she'd bite his dick off. Seemed like a valid fear. He undid the button of his jeans and then dropped them, kicking them aside.
And there he was, in the torture room, his cattle prod forgotten and his objectives fallen to the wayside as he stood there in his very expensive boxers that actually had his name on the waistband of all things. Proudly there, in red, in all caps: WEN CHAO
"Ah. How vulgar." Since he was in a more judgemental mode right now, Nie Huaisang shared his actual thought upon seeing that, rather than any faked praise. Anyway, he assumed Wen Chao didn't quite know what 'vulgar' meant anyway. He closed his fan up again, with that same snap, and then he used it to run along the waistband. He wiggled it under the waistband and pulled it away a little, leaning forward for a first peek. Instead of saying anything, he just made a noise at the back of his throat. "Hm."
Hm. What the fuck was hm? That was nothing! And what the fuck did vulgar mean? Was that like another word for like dirty or what? He really didn't understand the vibes here. He just knew he didn't like how he was looking at him.
Or so he said, his dick seemed to spring up at the dismissal and Wen Chao blushed lightly. "What do you mean by that, eh?"
So he was on to something. That flushed face, the eagerness in his eyes. Plain to see. Not only was he eager for approval, he also got off on humiliation. Not that surprising, given everything he had witnessed. He moved his hand, quickly, slapping Wen Chao with the fan again. Not too hard, but it should sting a little. "Manners, A-Chao. I'm your gege. Mind how you speak to me."
He shook his head and then, using the fan, he pulled the boxers down, the tip of the fan scraping against Wen Chao's thigh. He watched the reveal and then, obviously, dragged his fan along the erect length. "Your penis is--"
Drawing it out, he pursed his lips, finally lifting his shoulders a little. "--unremarkable. I've certainly seen worse. Not entirely a disappointment, A-Chao."
"...Unremarkable?" It was weird, there was white noise in the back of his head and it was so stupidly embarrassing to stand here, being dismissed so readily by his own hostage. How did he even end up here? He wanted to be in charge and now he stood here, paralysed, as Nie Huisang looked at his dick with such disapproval.
He couldn't stop the way his whole body literally shuddered, arousal ripping through him unexpectedly. He was as hard as he could be now and it still wasn't remarkable.
"But ... the girls like it!" So there. "Maybe it's just you, gege."
"Maybe. But don't you want to impress me, xiao Chao?" Calling him 'little' right now, he assumed, would have the double effect from it being a sweet and affectionate nickname he had likely not been called in many years at the same time as adding further to the degradation. He had not even touched him, not properly, and here he was. Painfully hard and leaking precum.
Honestly, he felt he was repaying Wen Chao well for all the information he gave him. "Maybe you can impress me in other ways. I would like to see your stamina. How long can you stay hard for me, xiao Chao?" He lifted the tip of his dick up with his fan, looking up from it to meet Wen Chao's eyes. "I want to hurt you again. Don't you want that too?"
Wen Chao hadn't been called xiao Chao since his mother was alive. It was not something he had heard often even then and now, the words were just lodged into his brain. He was small. Little. His dick wasn't impressive. He was embarrassed and he moved his hand to cover it, unable to fight the urge. His fingers knocked accidentally against the fan by his dick and he jerked his hands away immediately.
There was something about that fan. That terrifying fan.
"I can stay hard a long time, I can do that..." He would do anything to show that his dick size didn't matter. He would prove it. He was better at other things. He nodded his head and then gulped, looking straight at Nie Huisang. Those eyes. They looked so different now. "Who are you?"
"I'm your gege, xiao Chao. I'm taking care of you." For now, Nie Huaisang stepped back, looking around the room. "I don't want you touching yourself. Can you promise gege you'll keeo your hands still or will gege have to help you with it?"
There were some means of restraint to be found in the room after all, so he could work with that. He considered it thoughtfully, his fan open again so he could fan himself.
Wen Chao nodded ever so slightly, his eyes not leaving Nie Huiasang. He did it again. He tricked him. His clever words and confusing changes. One moment he praised him, the next he mocked him. And at every turn, he followed him for whatever reason. How pathetic. He was pathetic. His dick twitched at the idea that he was pathetic and he wanted to move his hand but he fought against it.
"I don't need to touch it." Wen Chao insisted, jutting his chin up in a very vain attempt to get some pride back. "I get boners I can't play with all the time. Too many hot chicks."
"Yes, you are right. There is beauty and temptation everywhere." He did wonder if it was just women for Wen Chao. Based on some prior evidence, he highly doubted it. Also due to the nature of his obsession with Wei Wuxian. Nie Huaisang stepped closer again, this time coming to stand right next to Wen Chao. He didn't give any warning, he just brought the fan down on the man's exposed bottom with a resounding slap.
"What the fuck?!" Wen Chao shot forward in shock and turned around, looking at Nie Huaisang in utter horror. He just spanked him. Like a child. His mouth hung open, his eyes comically wide as he just tried to process this. He had two options here - he lose his temper and lecture this little shit or to lose out on the chance to be a good boy after a day of being called useless and an idiot by his family.
One could see the gears turn in Wen Chao's head. He stayed frozen for a few moments. How did he go back? How did he undo his panic? He didn't want to think about all of these complicated things, he just wanted to be good.
"You start counting at 'one', xiao Chao," Nie Huaisang said it gently, encouragingly. He could always be soft when needed and he knew that with Wen Chao, a careful mix of energies was necessary. "I know you can do it," he added therefore, even smiling a cheery smile.
Simply to reassure him that all was well. That he didn't have to think about this too hard or at all.
"One." Wen Chao counted finally as he moved back to where he was and braced himself, looking at the door ahead of him. He really hoped no one came. He wasn't even entirely sure if he locked the door or not. He supposed people did weird sex shit all the time. if Nie Huiasang was a girl, it wouldn't even be an issue. He was kinda girly.
He probably had a small dick too so basically a girl.
"That's my xiao Chao." Nie Huaisang praised him readily, his voice still soft and caring, more than anything. Then he brought the fan back down, striking him again and again. He kept going until Wen Chao's ass was an even red, until he could feel the heat radiating off of his reddened skin. He kept going until he could see his cock throb, clearly as hard as it could get.
"Such a good boy," he cooed, not unlike how he would talk to his birds. He smacked him one more time with the fan, this time on the inside of his thigh. "Your composure is indeed impressive, xiao Chao. Such obedience. Gege appreciates that, so he will reward you."
He caught his eyes, smiling. "Now, xiao Chao. Come for me. Come for gege."
"Ah, gege." It really didn't take much. He moved his hand and touched himself for all of five seconds before he came all over his hand and down himself, panting heavily. His ass was stinging, his legs were weak but it didn't matter. Nothing matter. He just had the best orgasm of his life. He half sobbed as the blissful sensation left him.
And then his legs gave entirely.
He landed on his knees, bent forward a little, panting heavily. His face was about as red as his ass at this point. He had never felt so tired before yet satisfied. He just wanted to flop forward and sleep but he knew he couldn't. He still had so much to do today. Maybe that was why he just started crying.
Truly, he had seen the tears coming. There was still a moment where he simply stared at him and marvelled at the power he wielded. Then he put his fan into his pocket so that he had a hand free, when he stepped close enough to draw Wen Chao's head forward so he could cry against his thigh. He ran his hand over the other's head, idly wondering just how much of what disgusting product he put into it every day. He hoped he'd have a chance to wash his hair soon.
"You did really well, xiao Chao," he assured him, "Gege is proud of you."
"No, I sucked. I suck! I know I do. I can't do anything right. I've fucked it all up and my dad is going to be angry at me!" Wen Chao knew he had, of course he did, he was an idiot but he wasn't totally blind to everything. "I'm pathetic, I'm a useless piece of shit and they all know it!"
He didn't know how he could get any of this done. He didn't want to do it. He didn't know how to do it! He just wanted to snort some cocaine and party, he didn't want to fight a gang war. "It's not my fault my dad is crazy! Why do I have to do all this shit? I'm too stupid to do it."
"I meant just now. You did well then. Listening to gege." Like a very good and very dumb and horny boy. He was vulnerable, so vulnerable that this was almost too easy. Nie Huaisang shook his head a little, running his fingers through that disgustingly greasy hair still. He wished his rivalry with Wei Wuxian would up his haircare regime. Wei Wuxian had lovely hair, silky and smelling of lotus in a pleasant way. Alas. "Let gege help you with your problems, xiao Chao. I can fix things for you."
"Liar, you're just playing games. I can see it in your eyes." Wen Chao pulled his head away and wiped at the tears in his eyes, trying to get some dignity back. "I know things, don't I? I know you're playing. You're just gonna make more work and people will yell more." That's all anyone competent did. Truly, dumb people were smarter. They knew how to work less, not more.
"Being smart is tiring. For you and everyone around you. Why can't people just be dumb and have fun?" He didn't expect an answer he'd accept. He was just lamenting.
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The fan was against his face and he remembered last time it was pushing on his cheek. The sting. The sharp hit. How good it felt. "You do owe me." Maybe he could make Nie Huiasang give him something in return. "Tell me one of your secrets then. As a thank you."
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When in doubt, always a good line to say. He did know, however, so he looked at Wen Chao again, meeting his eyes. "My secret is that I collect erotica." Not much of a secret. "Erotic art. In all its forms. And it has made me quite the connoisseur. I love looking at a strong man's erection. It can be so aesthetically pleasing."
He sighed and shrugged. "Only most men can't measure up to the perfection I have seen."
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Wen Chao felt that was a helpful thing to explain.
Cockily, Wen Chao smirked and then looked down at himself. "I bet you'd fucking come in your pants if you saw me naked, sissy-boy. All the girls like me." Especially anyone who accepted cash.
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He anticipated Wen Chao potentially protesting the way he talked to him again, so he accented the end of that sentence by suddenly closing his fan against the palm of his hand, the noise resounding in the room just as it had the other day.
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He said it with a sneer, not aware of how good it felt to actually say it. He pulled his shirt over his head and then spread his arms out, going for seductive and hot. "You wanna see the full package then?"
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It gave him all the confidence he needed and so he simply nodded curtly, in as haughty a manner as he could. It was quite haughty, he was a privileged young man after all. "I want to see what you have. I'd like to be impressed."
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And there he was, in the torture room, his cattle prod forgotten and his objectives fallen to the wayside as he stood there in his very expensive boxers that actually had his name on the waistband of all things. Proudly there, in red, in all caps: WEN CHAO
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Or so he said, his dick seemed to spring up at the dismissal and Wen Chao blushed lightly. "What do you mean by that, eh?"
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He shook his head and then, using the fan, he pulled the boxers down, the tip of the fan scraping against Wen Chao's thigh. He watched the reveal and then, obviously, dragged his fan along the erect length. "Your penis is--"
Drawing it out, he pursed his lips, finally lifting his shoulders a little. "--unremarkable. I've certainly seen worse. Not entirely a disappointment, A-Chao."
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He couldn't stop the way his whole body literally shuddered, arousal ripping through him unexpectedly. He was as hard as he could be now and it still wasn't remarkable.
"But ... the girls like it!" So there. "Maybe it's just you, gege."
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Honestly, he felt he was repaying Wen Chao well for all the information he gave him. "Maybe you can impress me in other ways. I would like to see your stamina. How long can you stay hard for me, xiao Chao?" He lifted the tip of his dick up with his fan, looking up from it to meet Wen Chao's eyes. "I want to hurt you again. Don't you want that too?"
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There was something about that fan. That terrifying fan.
"I can stay hard a long time, I can do that..." He would do anything to show that his dick size didn't matter. He would prove it. He was better at other things. He nodded his head and then gulped, looking straight at Nie Huisang. Those eyes. They looked so different now. "Who are you?"
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There were some means of restraint to be found in the room after all, so he could work with that. He considered it thoughtfully, his fan open again so he could fan himself.
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"I don't need to touch it." Wen Chao insisted, jutting his chin up in a very vain attempt to get some pride back. "I get boners I can't play with all the time. Too many hot chicks."
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"Don't forget to count for me, xiao Chao."
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One could see the gears turn in Wen Chao's head. He stayed frozen for a few moments. How did he go back? How did he undo his panic? He didn't want to think about all of these complicated things, he just wanted to be good.
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Simply to reassure him that all was well. That he didn't have to think about this too hard or at all.
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He probably had a small dick too so basically a girl.
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"Such a good boy," he cooed, not unlike how he would talk to his birds. He smacked him one more time with the fan, this time on the inside of his thigh. "Your composure is indeed impressive, xiao Chao. Such obedience. Gege appreciates that, so he will reward you."
He caught his eyes, smiling. "Now, xiao Chao. Come for me. Come for gege."
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And then his legs gave entirely.
He landed on his knees, bent forward a little, panting heavily. His face was about as red as his ass at this point. He had never felt so tired before yet satisfied. He just wanted to flop forward and sleep but he knew he couldn't. He still had so much to do today. Maybe that was why he just started crying.
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"You did really well, xiao Chao," he assured him, "Gege is proud of you."
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He didn't know how he could get any of this done. He didn't want to do it. He didn't know how to do it! He just wanted to snort some cocaine and party, he didn't want to fight a gang war. "It's not my fault my dad is crazy! Why do I have to do all this shit? I'm too stupid to do it."
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"Being smart is tiring. For you and everyone around you. Why can't people just be dumb and have fun?" He didn't expect an answer he'd accept. He was just lamenting.
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