EWH 4

The man behind him answered in a low voice and gave a look to one of the nearby guys. A moment later, someone stepped up and dragged the other two men out.

Their screams were gut-wrenching. Even after the door shut, their desperate howling and begging could still be heard echoing down the hall.

No one knew exactly what they were being taken to face. But it definitely didn’t look like anything good.

Yang Moshou stayed crouched on the floor, not daring to lift his head.

A pair of polished leather shoes stopped in front of him. The smoky grey trousers were so close they nearly brushed against his nose. Just as he tried to lean back, a hand yanked his hair, forcing him to look up.

Xu Wanhe held him there with one hand, and unbuckled his belt with the other.

Yang Moshou stared at those nimble fingers, his mouth dry. “…I was just going to get food, I was just passing by, what are you trying to do…”

Xu Wanhe pulled out his cock and leaned down, pressing it right against Yang Moshou’s lips.

“Didn’t get to eat? Then try this.”

The dick sprung from his pants and smacked right onto Yang Moshou’s mouth, making his face flush bright red on contact.

Yang Moshou quickly turned his head.
“…No, no, that’s not necessary…”

Xu Wanhe grabbed his jaw and turned his face back, voice full of mockery. “Not gonna eat it while it’s hot?”

Yang Moshou instinctively tried to lean back. “Yours isn’t gonna get cold anyway…”

“Hurry up,” Xu Wanhe growled, already impatient. “Enough with the bullshit.”

Yang Moshou was about to protest, but before he could say anything, his chin was grabbed and his mouth forced open.

Xu Wanhe wasn’t fully hard. His cock was still half-soft when he pushed it in, but the thrust was forceful. The sudden jolt forward made Yang Moshou lose balance. He stumbled back a few steps before falling to his knees.

His scalp ached from how hard his hair was being pulled, but the man above him seemed excited. The thing in his mouth started to stiffen slightly.

Whether it tasted good or not didn’t really matter. What did matter was how hard it was to take.

Yang Moshou wrapped his lips around the shaft, clumsily licking at it with his tongue.

Xu Wanhe wasn’t satisfied. He cursed under his breath, then shoved his now-hard cock deeper into Yang Moshou’s throat.

Yang Moshou had never given a blowjob before. He couldn’t handle Xu Wanhe’s roughness at all. In no time, the corners of his eyes flushed pink, a watery sheen gathering in them.

At first, Xu Wanhe was barely into it, bored and going through the motions. But seeing him like this started to stir something. His breath deepened, and he began thrusting fast, one hand gripping the back of Yang Moshou’s head.

Tears and saliva poured down, streaming along Yang Moshou’s cheeks and chin, dripping in long, messy strands that left a glossy trail.

Xu Wanhe looked down at him, his grip loosening slightly as he ran his fingers through Yang Moshou’s hair.

Soft and thick, warm and dry between his fingers.

The texture felt oddly familiar. It left a strange hollow feeling in Xu Wanhe’s chest, like something had been carved out of him, leaving only emptiness and discomfort.

Yang Moshou was really struggling to breathe. He fought to pull back, and finally managed to spit the hard length out of his mouth. He clamped his lips shut, refusing to take it back in no matter what.

Xu Wanhe gripped his hair and glanced down at the open collar of his shirt.

His neck had a nice curve, running right into the line of his collarbone. Tempting. Delicious.

Xu Wanhe had never been picky about who he fucked. Whether they looked good or not, had a nice body or not, didn’t matter. As long as their skin fair was fair and clean below, that was enough. It wasn’t about feelings anyway, just a physical need. As long as they were good to fuck, that was all that mattered. No need to be like Tang Ziyan, so damn choosy, picking and picking until in the end he not only gave up his ass but lost his heart too.

Yang Moshou took a deep breath. His lips glistened.

Before he could catch his breath, Xu Wanhe grabbed him and tossed him onto the desk. A stone sculpture was knocked over in the process, crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.

Xu Wanhe didn’t care. He pressed him down flat and started pulling off his pants.

In no time, Yang Moshou felt a rush of cold air hit his lower half. Everything was completely exposed.

Xu Wanhe lifted one of his legs and gave a quick glance.

No hair around the rim. The color was nice too, a pale tea shade. Still untouched.

He quickly pulled a condom from the drawer, rolled it on, then guided his cock into place and began to push in.

But the head hadn’t even made it in yet when the man beneath him let out a sharp cry.

Xu Wanhe frowned. “Fuck. Relax. I can’t get it in.”

Yang Moshou’s whole body started trembling.

He might like men, but he was a virgin through and through. He had never done it with anyone before. Sure, he’d seen porn and knew how it worked, watched those guys moaning and writhing like it was pure pleasure, but he never imagined that the real thing would hurt this damn much.

It felt like getting split open with a fucking knife. The pain brought tears streaming down his face.

Yang Moshou couldn’t take it. He started kicking at Xu Wanhe. “Get off… it fucking hurts…”

Seeing this little rabbit suddenly fight back and kick like hell actually amused Xu Wanhe. He grabbed his legs and pinned them to both sides, then with a wicked smirk, started pushing in deeper, grinding his hips as he went.

The sounds coming from Yang Moshou’s throat grew more strained, almost frightening. The flush on his face faded, leaving him pale from the pain.
“Get out… fuck off…”

The more he swore, the more fired up Xu Wanhe became. He kept pushing in until blood started streaking from Yang Moshou’s rim, and finally, the entire length was buried inside.

Yang Moshou was completely overwhelmed by pain. He thrashed wildly, struggling with everything he had, kicking at the man above him with all his strength.

Xu Wanhe lost what little patience he had left. He tried to hold him down, but barely half a minute passed before he exploded like a lit stick of dynamite and slapped Yang Moshou twice across the face.

“Stay fucking still. Move again and I’ll fuck you to death.”

But Yang Moshou didn’t back down. He kicked Xu Wanhe in the gut, broke free for a second, clamped his legs together and tried to make a run for it. He had just gotten off the desk when he was yanked back and thrown onto the nearby sofa.

And just like that, the two of them kept fucking and fighting, tearing at each other for more than ten minutes before Yang Moshou finally calmed down.

Mostly because the pain had eased.

He didn’t know if it was because he had been stretched open or if he was just numb by now. Either way, what came next wasn’t as unbearable as the beginning. There was even something oddly different about how it started to feel.

With his hands tied behind him, Yang Moshou lay there on the sofa, legs spread open and pinned down, taking Xu Wanhe’s rough thrusts for a full half hour. He didn’t fight anymore. He just lay there, staring up at the man working over him.

Sweat trickled down Xu Wanhe’s face, soaking his thick black lashes, slipping over his tight lips, then dripping off his chin and onto Yang Moshou’s clothes.

Spot by spot, they spread like tear stains.

With the increasingly violent thrusts, Yang Moshou suddenly realized how brutally simple the whole thing was. There were no kisses, no embraces, not even foreplay. Xu Wanhe hadn’t even taken off his pants. He just pulled out his cock and shoved it in.

It looked exactly like rape.

But deep down, he wasn’t entirely unwilling.

Because this man wasn’t just anyone. It was Xu Wanhe. Because it was him, Yang Moshou felt like he could endure being used once like this. Just this once. But he would remember it. And if he ever got the chance, he’d make sure to give it back.

Yang Moshou’s entire body was flushed, his breath chaotic. “Untie me… take off the fucking rope…”

He didn’t get an answer. All he got in return was another hard thrust, and then another. Over and over again.

Yang Moshou gritted his teeth and raised his upper body slightly using his bound hands.

Xu Wanhe was at the edge, focused solely on cumming, completely unaware of the lips coming toward him.

So when Yang Moshou suddenly leaned in and kissed him, it completely caught him off guard.

In that moment of shock, he came.

Just before he could pull away, Yang Moshou bit down and split his lip.

Blood spread across his tongue. And with that coppery taste in his mouth, Yang Moshou collapsed onto the couch, utterly satisfied.

Xu Wanhe was furious.

He had fucked plenty of people, but never kissed anyone. He had been saving his first kiss for Tang Ziyan.

Fuck. That pathetic frustration of trying to rape someone, only to end up the one getting messed with.