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"Where were you?" The tone was sharp and felt like it was cutting straight into Cheng Xiaoshi's skin sensitive skin.

"I..I was just out."

"Yes, I know you were out. Where?"

Cheng Xiaoshi avoided eye contact, fumbling his fingers, something he often did when his manager, Qian Jin was upset with him. He didn't want to tell the man.

"...I..." He felt a sudden force against his cheek, making him fall hard against the floor. He trembled, trying to get his bearings before speaking again, trying to calm his quivering voice. He wasn't even sure the words would come out correctly, "I was meeting a fan!"

That sent Qian Jin over the edge. A fan? Alone? He wouldn't have that. Not his Cheng Xiaoshi.

He yanked the man back by the hair, forcing his ponytail out at the same time. "Stop with that gaudy ponytail. It's not cute." He drug him to the vanity Cheng Xiaoshi always got pretty at, shoving him against the table with no mercy, making him whimper pathetically. He already knew that his skin would bruise later from the force.

Qian Jin ran a hair through his raven black hair, clenching it and jerking his head up until he was staring at himself in the mirror. He let out a yelp, but Qian Jin refused to let up. "Who do you belong to?" The only answer to the man's question were pathetic groans escaping from his lips. Qian Jin raised his hand, giving Xiaoshi's ass a hard smack and making his body jolt forward. "I said, who do you belong to?"

Tears formed in his brown eyes, "y-you.." his voice was barely above a whisper, but it was good enough for Qian Jin. For now.

He let go of the man's hair, letting it fall loosely to his shoulders. Xiaoshi's hair had been getting long. Qian Jin preferred it this way. The aching man looked around for his tie. He always preferred having his hair up. Qian Jin slammed his hand on the vanity, making Xiaoshi flinch. "Forget the damn tie. Leave it as is."

Qian Jin sighed, running a hand through his slicked back hair, "you frustrate me to no end. You should be servicing me right now like a good boy. But instead, I'm punishing you like you're a child. Do I have to do everything around here?" His voice was harsh. Like he didn't care about Xiaoshi at all. He just wanted the man to be his fuck toy.

Cheng Xiaoshi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he got to his knees, freeing Qian Jin from the restraints of his pants. He started working his cock with his tongue. He would give his length small kisses, using his tongue to massage his cock.

Xiaoshi felt a hard slap across his face, him crying out as he turned to look up at Qian Jin, "too slow. Go faster. Do you want me to fall asleep, you useless idiot?"

Xiaoshi looked down, beginning to use his hands to give the man's cock more friction as he started to deepthroat. He listened to his orders of going faster, being sure to watch his fangs. Cheng Xiaoshi had a bad habit of biting Qian Jin. It always resulted in punishment, even if the man was in a good mood. He slobbered all over him. "L-like this, Master?" He spoke with his mouth full.

Qian Jin tugged him back by the hair. "Don't slobber too much. You'll get it over my suit, you fucking.." He sighed, before letting go of his messy hair, the sobbing of his toy being music to his ears. Xiaoshi continued through his sobs. He didn't want to upset Qian Jin more than he already had.

Qian Jin's cock twitched against the boy's tongue, him grabbing the back of his his black hair as he shot his load down his sore throat without so much as a warning. Xiaoshi tried to pull away, not expecting it, but Qian Jin kept his head in place, keeping a firm hold on his hair. The raven-haired man thought he was going to choke to death as he clawed Qian Jin's legs, begging with his eyes for the older man to let up. Qian Jin finally let go, Xiaoshi coughing and rubbing his neck, trying to soothe it.

"Stop making such an ungodly sound. I don't need to hear you hacking all over the place. That's disgusting." Qian Jin angrily kicked Xiaoshi in the ribs before his throat could even recover, him gripping his already bruised body.

"I-I'm sorry." Those words were all Xiaoshi could muster at that time as he curled up into a ball, some of the cum seeping from his lips and down his chin.

Qian Jin fixed himself, making sure his suit was still presentable and wasn't covered in drool and cum. "Clean your damn self up. You have an interview in an hour."

Xiaoshi pushed himself off the floor, it a challenge for him to even stand up straight. He tripped over his own feet to the restroom, making sure there was no cum on him. He would change clothes, just to be safe. He pulled off his shirt, staring at himself in the mirror. Bruises and scars adorned his skin. Some would only last a couple weeks. Others probably wouldn't heal at all. Always there as a reminder of who he belonged to. He was at least somewhat happy that most of the marks could be covered by his pants and shirts. Qian Jin did have a bad habit of hitting his face though. I'll have to cover these up. He thought to himself as his slender fingers traced the outline of the bruises on his face.

Once he had finished changing other clothes, he sat at his vanity, applying makeup. He always made sure to wear eyeliner. Qian Jin liked eyeliner best. Said it complimented his eyes. Next, he would make sure his bruises were covered up. He made sure to be extra careful with his makeup. Anything even slightly wrong and Qian Jin would be hurting him for "humiliating him" as he liked to call it. Xiaoshi wasn't quite sure how applying more makeup on one side of the cheek than the other was making a fool out of him, but he didn't question it. He just did as Qian Jin ordered.

When he was finished, he looked himself in the mirror, making sure nothing was wrong. He reached for his tie, about to put it in his hair before freezing up, remembering what Qian Jin had said about keeping his hair down. He sighed and stared at the tie in his hands. This was his favorite one. His fan had given it to him. It was a black tie with a brown puppy on it. His fan had told him the puppy reminded him of Xiaoshi. His cheeks reddened just thinking about it. He wasn't allowed to accept gifts from fans, but it didn't seem like Qian Jin had noticed this one. So he kept it a secret. Xiaoshi fondly remembered his fan who had brilliant white hair, which stood out from the rest of the crowd. And those beautiful cat-like eyes...

"Are you done yet?"

Cheng Xiaoshi snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look back at Qian Jin as he placed the tie down on his vanity before getting up. "I'm done, sir." He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm good to go."

"Good." Qian Jin walked out to the car, Xiaoshi following closely behind.

Both Xiaoshi and Qian Jin got in the back of the seat, letting their driver take them to their destination. In the backseat, Qian Jin was getting handsy, caressing Cheng Xiaoshi's thighs and giving them soft squeezes as he kissed the side of the boy's neck.

"S-Sir.."

"You're going to be on your best behavior, aren't you?"

Xiaoshi froze up before quickly nodding. Of course he would. If he didn't, that would mean a punishment. Qian Jin's hand trailed towards Cheng Xiaoshi's crotch, the car stopping before he was able to make contact. Xiaoshi quickly got out of the vehicle, Qian Jin getting irritated but not wanting to make a scene as he exited the vehicle shortly after. He would have his moment with Cheng Xiaoshi after the interview.

They both walked inside, Qian Jin not letting Xiaoshi out of his sight even for a moment. He just sat there legs crossed and waited for Xiaoshi's interview to be over. They asked mostly simple questions. What his favorite food was. What he liked to do in his free time, how tall he was, if he had a girlfriend. After each question, he would subtely look over at Qian Jin, who would give him a small sign, telling him if he was allowed to answer that question truthfully or not.

Once the interview was finished, Cheng Xiaoshi stretched. He was so glad it was over. He had a habit of yapping, especially when he was nervous. He didn't want to talk too much and say something he shouldn't say. Qian Jin came to retrieve the boy. "You did well." He ruffled his hair. It was anything but gentle.

Once they returned home, Cheng Xiaoshi wanted to remove his makeup first thing, but Qian Jin had other plans. He pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist as he planted a kiss against his lips. Xiaoshi just stood there, letting his manager have his way with him. It would be easier that way.

Qian Jin's tongue danced with Xiaoshi's. For as much as Qian Jin liked to complain about Xiaoshi slobbering all the time, he sure swapped spit with the boy quite often. Xiaoshi began to pull away. It was feeling gross, even for him. But he stopped himself. He didn't want to anger Qian Jin.

The man finally broke their kiss, smirking before licking his lips, savoring the strawberry flavored lipstick that he could now taste on his own lips. Qian Jin couldn't wait a moment longer. He grabbed Cheng Xiaoshi's wrist, not even giving him a minute after their kiss as he threw the boy onto the bed, tossing a wine red dress with a slit down the sides beside him.

"Put that on."

Cheng Xiaoshi shuddered. This was a really creepy fetish Qian Jin had. The boy hated every second of it. It was weird. It was insane. It was...

"Well? I don't like waiting."

Xiaoshi began to strip until he was bare and vulnerable. He stared at the dress. Was he really going to have to wear the clothes of Qian Jin's late wife...again? Xiaoshi already knew that was a pointless question. Of course he would. He felt like the world's biggest imbecile. He always wanted to be a famous singer, and now he had fulfilled that dream. But at what cost? Being the cock whore of a man who couldn't care less about him? Xiaoshi mentally kicked himself. It was no use crying about it now. He was trapped with no way out. He begrudingly put the dress on. It felt awkward on him. Qian Jin's wife and him weren't even remotely the same height, much less the build. But it still fit him nontheless and that was good enough for Qian Jin.

He pinned him to the bed, forcing a leg inbetween Xiaoshi's, planting small kisses on his skin as Qian Jin groaned his wife's name. "Oh, Chen Nan...MY Lisa." Back when Qian Jin's wife was alive, he suspected her of having an affair with her stage partner. She had been murdered shortly after that, and Qian Jin never found out if she actually had an affair or not. At least, that's the story Xiaoshi was told. She had been dead for awhile before they met.

Qian Jin continued his assault on Cheng Xiaoshi's neck, leaving love bites. "Q-Qian Jin, maybe don't leave hickeys where people can see them?" Leaving hickeys on his neck just meant more places he would have to cover with makeup, and if he missed a spot...he shuddered just thinking about it.

He was met with another smack across the face, "don't fucking talk. You're ruining it with that annoying voice of yours." Xiaoshi immediately shut up, feeling like he was about to start bawling at any second.

Qian Jin didn't worry about Xiaoshi's comfort, yanking him back by the hair to bite him. Once his neck was all marked up, he kissed down to his chest, licking and sucking on his tender nipples, earning a moan from the boy's lips. Xiaoshi needed something, anything to cling onto, so he chose the worst possibly option. Qian Jin's hair. He dug his nails against his scalp, making the older man hiss as he tore his fingers away from him.

"Cling onto the fucking sheets. Don't touch my hair, you worthless bitch." He angrily slammed Xiaoshi's shaking hands onto the sheets until it was clenched tightly between his fingers. Once Qian Jin was...less annoyed, he marked Xiaoshi's body up, being mindful of the bruises. He didn't want to hurt his pet and make him not be able to perform. So he would wait for him to heal...and then hurt him again.

Qian Jin ran his fingers up Xiaoshi's exposed legs, finally pulling his panties down and casting them aside. Xiaoshi moaned as he felt Qian Jin's large hands on his thighs, getting closer to his pussy. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at his manager. This is when Cheng Xiaoshi always got nervous. He didn't think Qian Jin would get him pregnant because he brought in money and if Cheng Xiaoshi ever did get pregnant, it would be controversial. Qian Jin could be ruined if the pregnanacy was ever linked to him. And Cheng Xiaoshi's career would be over before it even really began. People would gossip about the male musician who got pregnant...but he still was filled with anxiety every time Qian Jin fucked him. What if one day his manager snapped and decided to claim him? Those thoughts filled Xiaoshi's mind daily.

Qian Jin pushed a finger inside Xiaoshi's opening, making him whine in pleasure, bringing him back out of his thoughts. He stretched his pussy open, before replacing it with his cock, Qian Jin grunting as he was planted inside the boy. He fucked up painfully against the mattress, taking out some of his anger from earlier on his pussy. Xiaoshi could do nothing but moan in pain and pleasure as his manager raped him against the bed, making it creak against the wall.

Qian Jin grasped Xiaoshi's neck, pushing him against the matress as he squeezed, choking his already bruised and sore neck. He gasped, trying to claw Qian Jin's arms, fighting for air but Qian Jin didn't let up. "This feels good, doesn't it?" Cheng Xiaoshi could feel his vision get blurry, his pussy hugging Qian Jin's cock tightly. "Answer me."

Xiaoshi finally managed a nod, gasping and crying as he felt like Qian Jin was going to kill him then and there. The man let go, satisfied as Xiaoshi wheezed, trying to breathe in all the oxygen at once. The older man reached his climax, pulling out just in time to ejaculate all over his wife's dress, leaving Xiaoshi a coughing, drooling mess. His pussy twitched, almost as if it was eager for Qian Jin to fuck it some more.

"Be sure to wash that. I want all the cum stains off of her dress, do you understand."

Xiaoshi breathed out as tears rolled down his cheeks. He simply nodded, him not being able to find the words.

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"You're only allowed to shake their hands for five seconds. Not a single second more." Cheng Xiaoshi mentally rolled his eyes as Qian Jin went over the rules, once again, for the upcoming meet and greet. Once Qian Jin noticed Xiaoshi was out of it, he raised his voice. "Are you even listening?"

"Ye-yeah, I am. I just don't see why we have to go over these same rules every single time?" Xiaoshi protested. He knew better than to question his manager. But he couldn't help himself. He knew the rules by now.

"I am going over it again because you're a fucking idiot, Cheng Xiaoshi." Qian Jin growled, running a hand through the younger man's black hair before clutching it, earning a pathetic yelp from his lips. "You don't need to know the why. You just have to shut up and obey. Do you fucking understand, or do I need to drill it into you?"

Cheng Xiaoshi could feel his eyes watering with tears but he begrudgingly nodded. "I...I understand, sir."

After toying with the man's hair some more, he finally released his grip, before smacking the back of Xiaoshi's head. It wasn't a lighthearted smack by any means, it had been rough enough to give him a blistering headache. "Now, let's continue. Unless you want to continue being an annoying little shit."

Xiaoshi's head throbbed but he remained silent as Qian Jin continued going over the rules, "You will give them no flirty messages either when you give them your autograph, do you understand?"

Xiaoshi chewed on his lip but nodded. He knew disagreeing would make his manager pissed, and he really didn't want that. He had a really bad habit of pissing Qian Jin off.

"Do you actually understand? Because you have a really bad habit of breaking my rules, Xiaoshi."

"I...I understand."

Qian Jin's eyes narrowed, making the raven-haired man freeze up. He felt as if his heart had stopped in his chest. But Qian Jin never said anything, instead he moved on down his long list of rules Xiaoshi was supposed to follow.

After what felt like hours, Qian Jin finally came to his last rule. And this was something he considered to be the biggest rule, that if Xiaoshi even thought of breaking it, he would be punished. "When you get your picture taken with your fans, do NOT let them touch you. Do not even touch shoulders with them. I don't want your body tainted by those...imbeciles."

Xiaoshi kept his silence for long enough. "You let me shake their hands. What's the big deal about letting them touch me during photos? Besides, they're not imbeciles. You can say whatever you want about me, but don't talk badly about my fans. They're more important than you'll ever be." One of Xiaoshi's fans immediately came to mind. He would let people badmouth himself all day. But not his number 1 fan. Not Lu Guan--

Qian Jin's smack sent him falling against the wall with a loud thud. He had been incredibly lucky that he hadn't hit his head. He turned to look at Qian Jin towering over him. "You pathetic fucking shit." He stepped on Xiaoshi's crotch, digging his heel into him. "You think those fans of yours will love you even when they find out you're not really a man? You think that little gaywad fan of yours will love you, huh?" Xiaoshi froze up at the mention of Lu Guang, resulting in a smirk from Qian Jin. "Yeah, I know all about that fan of yours. The way you look at him, the way you flirt with him. I bet he was the one you were meeting in secret, wasn't he?"

Xiaoshi didn't answer. He didn't even know how he could answer. Qian Jin's words had hurt him more than his actions ever could. Would Lu Guang hate him? Would Lu Guang never want to see him again? Would Lu Guang be disgusted with his body? All the worst thoughts flooded his mind. He couldn't even look into Qian Jin's eyes. "...I'm sorry..." He whispered, his sounding more broken than when Qian Jin beat and raped him.

Qian Jin clicked his tongue, releasing his foot off of Xiaoshi's groin, "I should have brought Lu Guang up from the start. The mention of him makes you more docile."

Xiaoshi buried his crying face in his hands. All he could think about was Lu Guang, what Lu Guang would say, what he would do, how he would...

"Hurry up and get ready for the meet and greet. Wipe your damn face and go."

Xiaoshi didn't budge, Qian Jin beginning to get irritated as he grabbed him by the arm and yanked him up. To him, Xiaoshi was as light as a feather. "Go. Get. Cleaned. Up." He ordered through gritted teeth, the shorter man walking to the bathroom to wash his face and put more makeup on. He had to hide the marked up cheek that his manager had just given him.

Cheng Xiaoshi stared at the fans eager to line up in front of him. He scanned the audience for any signs of his special fan. The man would stand out in a heartbeat with that white hair. Xiaoshi's shoulders drooped when he didn't see him. Security let the fans begin to line up one by one, making sure everything was orderly as Xiaoshi tried to keep his sighs to himself. Of course he was happy to see all of his fans. All of them were what kept him going. But Lu Guang was...special. Lu Guang gave him that hair tie. He made it to every single concert, they got to know each other on a much more personal level.

Twenty minutes turned into forty, which turned into an hour. Xiaoshi glanced at the clock. The crowd was withering, but he had seen no signs of Lu Guang. He began to wonder if Qian Jin somehow contacted him and told him his secret. He chewed his lip just as some merch was placed in front of him. He turned to look up at his next fan, seeing that it was Lu Guang standing in front of him.

"Lu Guang..." He whispered. He honestly couldn't believe he was standing in front of him. He thought he must be dreaming.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I had to work a long shift." He admitted, upset that he couldn't be here since the beginning.

"D-don't be sorry. I'm glad you're here." Xiaoshi immediately stood up, holding his hand out for Lu Guang, who happily shook it. He suddenly yanked his hand away at the 5 second mark, before sitting back down. He was beaming up at Lu Guang. "So, what do you want me to sign?"

Lu Guang pointed at every single bit of merch he laid down, taking out his wallet. "All of this, please."

Xiaoshi tried to hold in a laugh. Surely Lu Guang must have been joking. "All of this? This would easily be 1,465 yuan." He wiped the tear forming in his eye from laughter as he noticed Lu Guang's expression, seeing that he was dead serious.

"S-seriously? That's a lot of money, Lu Guang. I don't think it should be wasted on an idiot like me." If it was up to Cheng Xiaoshi, he would not be charging that much for tickets or autograph signing or pictures, or anything. But unfortunately, it wasn't up to him.

"What are you saying? You're not an idiot. And I love your music, and I like you. I need to support you in any way I can. Plus, I have more than enough money. I've been picking up extra shifts at work."

Xiaoshi smiled warmly. He felt like the luckiest man alive in that moment. He didn't have the heart to tell Lu Guang that most of the money from this would go directly to Qian Jin. Xiaoshi was only allowed to keep enough for food, and maybe clothes. If Qian Jin approved of them. He picked up his marker, glancing towards his manager, who seemed busy making sure no one was concealing any weapons. He knew that if Qian Jin found out what he was about to do, he would punish him. But still, in that moment, he didn't care at all.

The raven-haired man looked back to the items and began to sign them one by one. "To my beautiful and lovely, Lu Guang..."

Lu Guang felt his heart skip a beat. Xiaoshi couldn't help but notice his fan freeze up, as he continued.

"You're the reason I can get up every morning. The reason why I haven't given up. I enjoy that you come to all of my concerts and events. I wouldn't be the same without you. I hope you continue to come to everyone of my shows. Seeing you really makes me feel like I'm the happiest man in the world. Love, Cheng Xiaoshi."

Lu Guang felt his face heat up as he read it. Cheng Xiaoshi never left notes like this. It was usually just addressing his fan and then his signature. The white haired man felt so special as he read it over and over as Xiaoshi continued to sign the merch. The black haired man kept glancing over at Qian Jin who still seemed preoccupied as he left small messages and letters on every one of the merch. One letter wasn't enough. Or five. Or ten. He had to get his feelings out. He had to let Lu Guang know just how much he meant to him.

Once he was finally done signing the merch, he handed them back to Lu Guang, being careful not to drop them. Lu Guang carefully placed each individual one in its own separate bag, which would most likely annoy the remaining fans, but Xiaoshi didn't much care. He loved that Lu Guang treated his merch with such gentle care. Once each piece was carefully put away, Lu Guang fumbled his fingers. He seemed embarrassed to ask for this final thing. Maybe he saw it as more intimate than autographs and hand shaking.

"C...can I.." He scratched the back of his head. Cheng Xiaoshi found it amusing, so he decided he'd tease the boy.

"Can you?" He leaned a bit closer over the table, glancing down at Lu Guang's hands. They were so close, and yet so far.

"Can I take a picture with you?" Lu Guang's face was beet red as he finally blurted it out, his voice almost cracking in the process.

Cheng Xiaoshi giggled, "of course you can. I'd be honored to."

Xiaoshi walked in front of the camera man with Lu Guang by his side. At first, they were shoulder length apart, just like Qian Jin ordered. But Xiaoshi didn't like it at all. He turned to look at Lu Guang, whispering in his ear. "You can...touch me, if you want."

Lu Guang could feel his face heat up as he felt the man's warm breath tickle his ear. He didn't know what to do, so he moved a little closer, their hands brushing up against each others. Cheng Xiaoshi pouted, grabbing Lu Guang's hand gently before placing it around his waist. "Like this, okay?~"

Lu Guang had felt like he was going to die. He had been having the gayest of gay panics. He couldn't believe he was touching Cheng Xiaoshi's waist. He was trying to calm himself as Cheng Xiaoshi whispered, "don't forget to smile", the raven-haired man was beaming at the camera.

Lu Guang felt so insanely happy. His mind was all over the place. He turned to look at the camera, trying his best to smile, which admittedly, came out a little half-assed. He couldn't help it. He couldn't even focus. They were both flashed with the camera. Xiaoshi grabbed Lu Guang's hand and removed it once he noticed Qian Jin had been glaring at him.

"I-It was nice seeing you, Lu Guang. Don't forget to get your picture." His voice sounded nervous as he returned to his seat to continue his signings. Lu Guang wanted to ask him what was wrong, but maybe he was overthinking it. He gathered all of his signed merch, grabbing his photo before leaving the venue.

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Qian Jin had noticed that little stunt Cheng Xiaoshi decided to pull at the meet and greet. "You really, really irritate me." He spat angrily before punching Xiaoshi's abdomen, the chains hugging his wrists not letting him go far as he cried loudly, him almost vomiting on the spot. He choked it back down, not wanting to puke all over the ball gag in his mouth. He had been dangling from the ceiling, his toes barely being able to scrape the floor with nothing on him but a blindfold and a gag. He was nothing more than Qian Jin's punching bag. "You think your pathetic little stunts are funny?" He touched Xiaoshi's abdomen, pinching his purple skin, making him yelp and whimper. The pain was unbearable, Xiaoshi could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He knew what he did was stupid. He ignored Qian Jin's rules for Lu Guang. He just wanted to feel some affection. He wasn't a toy.

Xiaoshi started to panic. All the years he knew Qian Jin and his punishment had never been this severe. He couldn't see or speak. He couldn't apologize and beg his manager for forgiveness. All he could do was sit there and take it and hope to God Qian Jin would show mercy. The boy was terrified. Qian Jin flicked the gag, it clacking against the boy's teeth and making him flinch.

"You stupid, stupid boy." The man's eyes roamed around the room. This room was the one he would normally punish Xiaoshi in. No one else had permission to enter it, save for his pet. He grabbed a long leather whip before cracking the air, Xiaoshi jolting immediately as it boomed in his ear. Qian Jin chuckled darkly, "scared you, did I?"

Cheng Xiaoshi pleaded as best he could with his mouth full. He squirmed and shook his head, pathetic little whines escaping from his gagged mouth, hoping his manager would show at least a single ounce of mercy. The whip made contact with Xiaoshi's back. He screamed from the impact, his normally fair skin reddening immediately. Qian Jin refused to let up, whipping his back as many times as it took for Xiaoshi to get the god damn picture that he wasn't messing around. The raven-haired man could barely pick out any noises from his own screaming, but he could have sworn that Qian Jin was laughing like a maniac. He cried so much it felt as if it was impossible to breathe, his toes curling with each whack. Eventually, Xiaoshi's whip punishment came to an end, the man having grown bored the minute Xiaoshi stopped reacting as much and his body fell limp.

He dropped the whip to the floor, walking over to the boy and yanking the blindfold from his eyes. "Did you pass out?" He saw that Xiaoshi was still awake and smirked, slapping his cheek a couple times, just to keep him awake. "Good. Your punishment isn't over yet." He released Xiaoshi from the chains, letting him fall to the floor. Qian Jin reached for the ballgag, the boy flinching back in fear. "Oh? Do you want to keep it on? Little pervert, I didn't know you enjoyed gags."

Cheng Xiaoshi felt his heart sink. He had just thought Qian Jin was going to hit him. He didn't realize he was going to remove the gag. The black haired boy shook his head, pointing to the gag and hoping his manager would remove it. The man pondered for a moment before removing it, watching as Xiaoshi's drool escaped with it. Qian Jin backed up, not wanting to get any on his clothes. "You're fucking filthy. Don't drool all over me."

Xiaoshi wiped his tears with his bruised and scarred wrists. "U-Um...Mr. Qian, I'll be good from now on. S-so please...please..."

The man ignored his pleas, yanking him up by the arm until he was forced to stand on his feet, before he started stripping himself, Xiaoshi glancing down at his length before quickly looking away. "Today, you're going to ride me today. And you better not screw it up."

Xiaoshi slowly crawled on top of the bed, straddling Qian Jin until his cock was right above his opening. He took it in his hands and began to stroke it, placing it against his pussy.

"No."

"N...no, sir?"

"I want your ass this time."

Xiaoshi froze up. He had never liked anal. It always hurt him, "do...do we have to?"

"Obviously. What kind of stupid fucking question is that? Just do it."

Xiaoshi gritted his teeth, reaching for a bottle of lube to prep his asshole for his manager.

"No lube. This is part of your punishment, remember? It's not supposed to feel good."

Xiaoshi couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't even prep himself? He wanted to cry again, but he tried to choke back his tears, him spreading his asshole as he rubbed Qian Jin's shaft, placing it against his asshole. Once he braced himself, he guided his length into his asshole, groaning and squirming as the man's dick finally slid in.

Xiaoshi shuddered, not wanting to move at all. He wanted to be perfectly still, knowing it wouldn't hurt as bad, but his manager wouldn't let him. He gave him a firm smack on the ass, "well? Move." He ordered coldly, not even letting Xiaoshi get a single minute to himself. The boy begin to move his hips, bouncing on Qian Jin's shaft as he whimpered each time he bobbed up and down. He wanted it to stop. His legs were wobbly and his entire body ached. But he pushed on, knowing Qian Jin would punish him more if he didn't. He glanced at Qian Jin to see if he was enjoying it. His pissed expression told Xiaoshi the opposite as he tried to move faster, wanting to pleasure his manager to make the punishment stop.

He stopped entirely, his legs not being able to move anymore. "I...I can't..." He shook his head, noticing the immense disappointment on his manager's face. "Please...isn't this enough?"

Qian Jin grabbed his hips, digging his nails into his flesh as he slammed him back down on his cock, the raven-haired man screaming as he felt it bang against his walls. The man refused to let up, even through Xiaoshi's messy apologies for screwing up. He continued slamming Xiaoshi on himself, using him like he was nothing more than a fleshlight until he found himself about to cum, him slamming Xiaoshi down one more time before shooting his semen up into his asshole, the black haired boy clutching the sheets as tears fell down his cheeks, Qian Jin clawing his thighs as he released his entire load into the boy.

Xiaoshi collapsed on top of his manager, panting hard against him before Qian Jin pushed him off violently, "gross. You're sweaty and filthy. Go clean yourself up." Xiaoshi didn't move. He just wanted to lay there for eternity. His manager yanked him up by the hair, shoving some clean clothes into his trembling arms. "Go. Clean. Yourself."

Qian Jin got dressed, walking out of the room and locking the door behind him, not letting Xiaoshi leave the room until he was fully clean. The black haired boy reached for his phone. Xiaoshi was honestly still surprised Qian Jin let him have one. He had told the musician that he was in charge of his social media right now, and to keep his fans updated with concert and tour announcements. He composed himself, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

He placed his clothes on the counter, scrolling social media. "I wonder if Lu Guang has an account..." Cheng Xiaoshi felt so stupid. Qian Jin had just punished him for this exact type of thing, but he couldn't stay away from Lu Guang. That single fan was the reason Cheng Xiaoshi could keep going. He turned the water on and sat in the tub, letting the water kiss his body as he, scrolled through his own social media acct and reading the comments. It wasn't hard to find Lu Guang. He only commented on every single post.

Cheng Xiaoshi giggled, "his avatar is a white cat. How cute." He knew Qian Jin checked his phone every day, so he took note of his fan's username before making a new acct. "Before I give my phone to Qian Jin, I'll just switch accounts." He put a black dog as his avatar picture before typing in Lu Guang's user name and sending him a message, informing him that the one reaching out to him was Cheng Xiaoshi and that he made another account. "I hope he responds."

Shortly after, he received a message back. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest as he checked the message. Lu Guang had sent a kitty emoji, Xiaoshi chuckling to himself. "What's that supposed to mean?"

A second later, he received another message, Lu Guang apologizing for sending that message by mistake. Cheng Xiaoshi giggled again, before messaging "Guangguang, is it okay if we meet up at some point?"

Lu Guang noticed the nickname and his face reddened, "meet up? Isn't that manager of yours strict? Will you be okay?"

Cheng Xiaoshi bit his lip, "he has a meeting tomorrow at 2 PM and will be gone for the next few hours. We can meet up then. I don't know where to meet though."

Lu Guang stared at his phone, before responding "what about my place? It's not anything special, but if you don't mind, I'd love to have you over."

Cheng Xiaoshi blushed, agreeing to meet up with him at 2 at his place. He told his fan he had to go, and he most likely wouldn't message again. Lu Guang just responded with a thumbs up emoji, Cheng Xiaoshi quickly switching accounts back, and making sure there was no trace of his new account on his phone. He began to wash himself, wincing when he started washing his asshole, making sure to get every drop of cum out. It was agony. Eventually, he got out of the tub and dried off. He looked at his back in the mirror. "Are these ever going to heal...?" He ran his slender fingers through his hair, getting dressed after he released his whip marks weren't bleeding that badly, him walking to the bedroom door and knocking on it, knowing it was still locked. "Mr. Qian...I'm done."

It took a few moments, but Qian Jin finally opened the door, holding his hand out as Xiaoshi handed him his phone. "M..may I go to sleep?" Qian Jin looked through the boy's phone and social media, making sure he wasn't contacting anyone.

He looked towards Cheng Xiaoshi, "you may." Cheng Xiaoshi hurried off as quick as his beaten and aching legs would carry him. He made it to his room and plopped down onto the bed, him staring blankly at the wall. He wasn't even allowed to close his door without his manager's permission. He had taken over his entire lift. The boy got no privacy, no friends, no...lovers. Xiaoshi ran a finger across his lips, wondering how Lu Guang's tasted.

Pink dusted his cheeks as he buried his face into his pillow, kicking his feet from embarrassment, like a high school girl experiencing her first ever crush. He sighed deeply. Even though he had been punished so severely that it hurt to walk, he was excited for the future. He wanted so desperately to see Lu Guang. He felt his eyes get heavy, before he drifted off to sleep.

Cheng Xiaoshi listened to Qian Jin's rules the next day, something he always went over every single time he had a meeting. Cheng Xiaoshi wasn't to go out. He had to stay indoors until his manager got back like he was some princess locked away in a castle. "Um, Mr. Qian?"

"What is it? Can't it wait until I'm finished?"

Xiaoshi looked down, "is it okay if I at least go out for boba tea or food or something?" Qian Jin hadn't let Cheng Xiaoshi eat last night. It had been part of his punishment. He was beyond hungry and he needed something on his stomach.

Qian Jin ruffled his hair roughly, "fine. You can go out for food. But that's it." He waited for Cheng Xiaoshi to ask anything else. Once he realized the boy was content, he continued going over his rules. Don't watch too much TV, don't make a mess, don't play video games, etc. etc. It was never ending and Xiaoshi would be on the verge of sleep if this kept up.

Qian Jin finally finished, turning his attention to the bored Cheng Xiaoshi. "Okay, I'm done. I have to go to my meeting. And...Cheng Xiaoshi. When you go out, don't take too long. I want you back here before I get back."

Cheng Xiaoshi nodded, chewing on his lip. He honestly had been nervous. If Qian Jin caught him, he knew it would be over. He didn't know if he'd be able to recover from the next punishment. Qian Jin gave him a forceful kiss, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth and snapping him out of his thoughts as he let out a pathetic moan.

Qian Jin pulled away, before walking out of the building, Cheng Xiaoshi quickly wiping his mouth of any trace of Qian Jin. Truth be told, he wanted to brush his teeth, but he didn't want to waste a single moment. He left the building, heading straight to Lu Guang's place.

Once there, he knocked on the door. Before he had even got done knocking, Lu Guang opened the door. "Oh...you're here." Lu Guang tried to act cool, but he was freaking out. "Excuse the mess."

Cheng Xiaoshi looked around. "...what mess?" Lu Guang's apartment was spotless. Xiaoshi had never even seen a floor this clean. "Wow, I think I can see my reflection."

Lu Guang had several hours making sure his apartment looked clean for Cheng Xiaoshi, so it made him happy to hear that. "Please, sit anywhere. I'll make you some tea. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's perfectly fine, Guangguang."

Lu Guang's heart skipped a beat as he retreated into the kitchen to start making tea, Cheng Xiaoshi looking around the room before deciding to sit on Lu Guang's bed. Once Lu Guang was done with the tea, he grabbed a tray, putting two cups on it and nearly dropped the tray when he realized Cheng Xiaoshi had been sitting on his bed. Dark red painted his cheeks as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

"I-I'll get you a chair so please don't sit there."

Cheng Xiaoshi tilted his head, "what's wrong with your bed? It's comfy."

Lu Guang wanted to say absolutely everything was wrong with Xiaoshi sitting on his bed but he refrained, "I...I haven't washed it yet. It's dirty."

"So? I don't mind."

"Mr. Cheng, please..."

"Just Xiaoshi is fine. Hey, why don't you call me Xiaoxiao? Xiaoxiao and Guangguang." He giggled, off in his own little world, making Lu Guang sigh. On one hand, Cheng Xiaoshi was so god damn adorable. On the other hand, he was frustrated because the musician clearly showed no signs of getting up any time soon.

"Cheng...Xiaoshi."

"Xiaoxiao." The raven-haired man corrected him.

"...Xiaoxiao...." Lu Guang felt like he was about to die. "I really think we should get a chair for you."

Xiaoshi rolled his eyes, patting the area next to him. "Sit beside me. Please?"

Lu Guang begrudgingly gave in, not being able to say no to the boy. He sat down next to Xiaoshi, keeping his legs closed and his hands in his lap, not wanting any part of his body to brush up against the black haired boy. He would probably have a heart attack if he did.

"Say, how old are you anyway?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm nineteen."

"Wow, Nineteen! You're so young."

Lu Guang didn't even have to ask how old Cheng Xiaoshi was. Almost everything about him was public info. He was twenty-one and he was 180 cm tall. He had been that tall ever since high school. Five centimeters taller than Lu Guang, who probably had stopped growing entirely...the white haired boy had cursed his height under his breath. He began to wonder what Cheng Xiaoshi's type was. Was he into taller people? Or shorter ones?

Lu Guang shook his head, "and you're twenty-one, right?"

"Bingo.~ That's not hard to figure out from such a diehard fan though, is it?" Xiaoshi grinned, making Lu Guang look away.

"Hey, Xiao...Xiao." It was going to take a while for him to get used to saying that nickname. He swallowed, before continuing. "What's your type?"

"My type?" Cheng Xiaoshi smiled. "Close your eyes."

"My eyes? Why?"

"Because I said."

Lu Guang didn't even bother arguing. He closed them like Xiaoshi told him to. Suddenly, there was something soft against his lips. It tasted like strawberry. Lu Guang absolutely loved strawberries. He wanted to open his eyes, but Xiaoshi hadn't said he could yet, so he just sat there, Cheng Xiaoshi kissing him passionately. Eventually, the boy pulled away, "okay. You can open your eyes."

Lu Guang opened, staring into Cheng Xiaoshi's eyes. "You kissed me...right? That was my first kiss."

Cheng Xiaoshi began to feel guilty. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He began to tear up. He felt like he was just as bad as Qian Jin. He hadn't even asked his permission and yet here he was, stealing his first kiss.

"H-Hey, don't cry. I liked it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long, Cheng Xiaoshi."

Xiaoshi sniffled, "r-really?"

Lu Guang didn't answer with words. He wrapped his arms around Xiaoshi's waist, pulling him into a gentle and romantic kiss. Cheng Xiaoshi had never been kissed like this before. Every time it was rough and painful, with not a single ounce of love behind it. This was...different. He placed his arms around Lu Guang's neck, letting the man lead. He had never felt so safe with someone else. Lu Guang broke the kiss, placing his forehead against Xiaoshi's. He ran a hand up his shirt as Cheng Xiaoshi quickly pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't." He thought back to what Qian Jin had said, about how Lu Guang would be disappointed in his body. "I...I mean, I want you to, but..." Cheng Xiaoshi really did want Lu Guang to touch him. He had never wanted anything more in his entire life. But...

"What's wrong?" Lu Guang seemed genuinely worried. It had stopped being about his body. He wasn't frustrated that Cheng Xiaoshi had pulled away when he started touching him. There was nothing but concern in his voice. "You can tell me."

Xiaoshi bit his lip, fumbling his fingers. He couldn't even give Lu Guang eye contact. "M-my body is gross...you won't like it."

"Gross? Never, in a million years, and way beyond that, would I ever find your body gross, Xiaoxiao."

"Y-you're just saying that."

"Have I ever given you any reason to believe that I would think you're gross? I like you, Cheng Xiaoshi. I always have. And I always will."

Cheng Xiaoshi bit his lip. He didn't want to hide himself from Lu Guang. He was his first friend, and he wanted to be something more. "O-okay, promise you won't laugh at me or call me ugly."

"I promise, Xiaoxiao. I would rather die than ever call you that."

Cheng Xiaoshi let out a shaky breath, removing his shirt, followed by his binder, dropping them onto the bed. Lu Guang saw his breasts and didn't even bat an eye, but he did find himself flinching at the scars and bruises on the boy's body.

"Cheng Xiaoshi, why is your body bruised and scarred? It's that fucking manager of yours, isn't it?" Lu Guang could see his vision go red. He wanted nothing more than to wring Qian Jin's neck. "Stay with me."

"I-I can't. If I don't go back before Qian Jin gets home, he'll punish me."

"He could kill you. Look at your body."

"So you do think my body looks awful..."

"No! That's not it, Xiaoxiao. I fucking love your body. You're the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on." He gently placed his hands on Xiaoshi's shoulders. "But your wounds...those scars. He does all of that and expects you to go on stage? I'm worried about you! You're falling apart.."

"And?! So what if I fall apart? I can't leave him. He'll find me! A-And I want to be a singer. I can be one with Qian Jin's help." Cheng Xiaoshi stared at the ground. He did want Lu Guang's protection. More than anything. But he was also scared. Scared about what his manager would do to Lu Guang...scared about his own future. Qian Jin had the power to ruin his and Lu Guang's life. He didn't want that. "I...I need to go. Qian Jin will be coming back soon."

Cheng Xiaoshi slid off the bed, grabbing his shirt and binder and putting them on. Lu Guang grabbed his wrist. "Please...don't go."

Cheng Xiaoshi wore a pained expression, pulling his arm away, "I-I'll see you at my next concert." He ran out of the house, Lu Guang quickly chasing after him. Even with Cheng Xiaoshi's wounds, Lu Guang was no match for his speed.

"Xiaoshi! Wait!" Xiaoshi was practically gone. The man stopped, catching his breath and running a hand through his white hair in frustration. "God dammit..." One thing was for sure. He had to get Cheng Xiaoshi out of Qian Jin's grasp.