OAS 5

When He Ziwei opened his eyes, his whole body felt stiff. A sharp, throbbing pain stabbed at his temples, making it hard to think. He shut his eyes again for a moment. When he tried to sit up, he realized something was wrong.

He was wearing nothing but underwear. His wrists and ankles had been bound with wide strips of clear packing tape, each one tightly secured to the four bedposts. He struggled violently, and the wooden frame beneath him creaked with every twist, but it was no use.

“Awake?”

He Ziwei’s stomach dropped. Tang Zhou was sitting on the bunk across from him, slowly sipping a half bowl of congee with preserved egg and pork. He swallowed, then glanced over and lifted his chin toward him.

“Like it? The tape they use for sealing packages.”

Then he laughed, low and cold.

“You can look forward to it. We’re about to play a very fun game.”

Only the desk lamp was on. The curtains were shut, and the dorm room was dim, but from the gap between the curtains, daylight was clearly pouring through. Li Shiye and Sun Shichao were both locals. Unless something major came up, they always went home on the weekends. This weekend was no exception.

Weekend. Drunk. Just the two of them. The timing, the setup, the atmosphere, it was all perfect. Whether this was a calculated act of revenge or something that had built up over time, He Ziwei had a gut feeling he was going to die here today.

He had already cursed Tang Zhou’s entire family tree in his head, but it didn’t help one bit. He even had the urge to get down and beg, but in his current state, he couldn’t even manage that.

All he could do was glare at Tang Zhou, hoping to strike him down with some righteous, piercing stare. But clearly, the guy wasn’t feeling even a flicker of guilt. Tang Zhou, unfazed, wiped his mouth with a napkin, tied up the food wrapper and tossed it into the bin. Then he started rummaging through the mess on He Ziwei’s desk.

After a moment, he pulled out a utility knife. He flicked it open and tested the blade against a piece of paper, then started walking toward the bed with the handle in hand.

He Ziwei immediately began thrashing again, flopping on the mattress like a dying fish.

“Tang Zhou, what the fuck are you doing?! Let me go! This is illegal detention!”

“You want me to call the cops for you?” Tang Zhou snorted, cutting off his shouting. “This is the one, right?”

“What?” He Ziwei couldn’t follow what the hell he was talking about. He stared blankly, repeating, “What do you mean, this is the one?”

“The knife you used to open my package. This is it, right?”

He phrased it like a question, but his voice was full of certainty. He Ziwei nearly burst into tears. What did it matter what knife he used to open the fucking package?

Tang Zhou watched the expression on his face and said flatly, “So it is. Then let’s begin our game.”

He pinned He Ziwei’s upper body down with one hand. The moment He Ziwei saw him lower the knife toward his lower half, he shrieked.

“Tang Zhou! Tang Zhou, what the fuck are you doing! Calm down! We can talk about this!”

Tang Zhou pinned down He Ziwei’s violently thrashing legs along with the rest of him. “Don’t you fucking move. Move again and I’ll cut your cock right off.”

He Ziwei instantly froze. He could feel the sharp blade of the utility knife brushing against his dick. The icy coldness of the metal pressed in perfectly, terrifying nerves firing straight up to his brain. And amid that chilling tension, he realized he was getting hard. Like a jolt of electricity, the fear only made the pleasure stronger. His body no longer obeyed him, his mind blanked out, and the only thing left was wave after wave of overwhelming bliss, crashing over him like a rising tide.

Maybe it was twenty seconds. Maybe it was a full minute. Time lost all meaning. All He Ziwei knew was that by the time he came to his senses, he had already ejaculated, without being touched at all. He came a lot, thick, milky white spurts shooting out one after another, and it was a long time before it stopped. His underwear was soaked through, the deep blue fabric turning almost black from how wet it was.

Caught off guard by the sudden orgasm, he seemed dazed. Tang Zhou, for a moment, couldn’t come up with a reasonable reaction to the unexpected situation. He just stared as He Ziwei’s face slowly flushed red from shame, white skin turning bright and fevered. After a while, Tang Zhou finally said, “You came?” His voice was laced with a complicated emotion, somewhere between disbelief and dry summary.

He Ziwei didn’t answer. He just turned his face toward the wall. Some people experience sexual pleasure under stress or fear. It had happened to him once before. Back in his second year of high school, he’d fallen asleep during the final physics exam and couldn’t finish the paper. Standing there as the teacher scolded him in front of the whole class, he had been hit by an unbearable, drowning rush of pleasure. Luckily it was winter, and the layers of clothing had saved him from embarrassment. But this time, it was under Tang Zhou’s strange, unreadable gaze. That stare felt like it was going to burn him alive.

Tang Zhou didn’t seem to mind at all. He looked down and casually flicked one of He Ziwei’s nipples. The body beneath him shuddered, and within seconds, the nipple swelled to twice its size, stiff and trembling like a blossoming red plum against his pale skin. Tang Zhou gave a low chuckle, like someone discovering a new toy on a boring day. He kept playing with it, switching between light pinches and firm rubs. From He Ziwei’s nose came a sharp breath, and he suddenly whipped his head around, shame from the orgasm still burning through him. He snapped, trying to hide it behind anger. “You’re a fucking pervert, Tang Zhou!”

“My counselor already called me in for a talk.” Tang Zhou sat up and fiddled with the utility knife, using the blade to hook a corner of He Ziwei’s underwear and lifting it up as he spoke, saying something completely unrelated. “How are you planning to compensate me?”

He Ziwei bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. He knew this wouldn’t end unless he gave a response. “What the hell do you want? I can go buy a few boxes of condoms and let you rip them open if that gets you off.”

“Bold idea.” Tang Zhou glanced sideways at him, then pulled hard. The knife sliced through the waistband, the cheap fabric slowly giving way. He quickly lost interest in the process, tossed the knife aside, and grabbed the torn edges with both hands. One forceful pull and the underwear was shredded beyond repair.

The semen he’d just spilled still clung to the fabric, his lower abdomen sticky and slick, obscene in every way. Tang Zhou looked down at the mess and nodded, apparently satisfied. He got up and pulled out his phone. “No need to make it complicated. If a delivery gets torn open, it gets torn. I’m just missing a customer photo. Let me snap a few of you and give the seller a glowing five-star review.”

By the time He Ziwei realized what he was doing and tried to stop him, Tang Zhou had already taken several shots. His pale skin made even his private parts appear lighter in color. His cock wasn’t small, but it looked refined, even a little delicate. Tang Zhou, for some reason, wrapped his hand around it and started stroking. His thumb circled the tip roughly, pressing hard against the slit. The abrupt sensation tore a muffled groan from He Ziwei’s throat, and his body jerked violently in response.

He Ziwei tried to pull away, but the movement only made the friction between his cock and Tang Zhou’s palm even more intense. Tang Zhou’s hand was calloused, probably from training on horizontal bars or some other equipment. The roughness rubbed over sensitive skin with a raw sting that burned straight to the brain. The pleasure was searing and maddening. He hardened again, completely out of his control.

“Let me the fuck go—mmph…” He Ziwei bit down hard on his lower lip, breath rasping violently from his nose. Tang Zhou’s movements were fast and rough, but his face showed no emotion. Just the usual cold disdain, maybe with some added vengeance. Lust clouded He Zhiwei’s vision, so he turned his head away and shut his eyes in defeat.

Maybe because he had already come once, this time it lasted longer. Tang Zhou kept stroking him, and for over ten minutes he just stared. He Ziwei’s cock swelled hot in his hand, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body, catching the light. The pleasure burned through him, staining his chest and neck red. Tang Zhou watched the slender body writhe under him, watched the stifled moans and heavy breaths, and something about the twitching weight in his hand stirred a secret thrill in him. He realized, a little dazedly, that he was getting hard too.

Out of nowhere, he remembered the only group movie night they ever had in the dorm back in freshman year. They’d put on a film starring some famous Japanese AV actress, with massive tits and a knockout face. The film was over an hour long, and halfway through, He Ziwei got up red-faced and rushed to the bathroom. When he passed by, Tang Zhou happened to look up, and for a second, locked eyes with him. Those eyes were wet, glossy, nothing like his usual dead look. The constant gloom was just… gone.

Sensing that He Ziwei was about to come, Tang Zhou ripped open a condom and slipped it on, then turned on the camera. He Ziwei moaned hoarsely as he came. It wasn’t as thick as the first time, but it was still enough to swell the condom’s tip full.

Tang Zhou picked up his phone and snapped a few photos. He wasn’t satisfied, so he adjusted the lighting and took a few more, picked out the clearest ones, then shoved the phone in He Ziwei’s face. A perfect fucking buyer showcase. He figured He Ziwei would blow up, but weirdly, the guy didn’t say a word.

When Tang Zhou looked up, all he could see was the back of He Ziwei’s head. His hair had clumped together in strands from the sweat. He lay still, face turned to the side. Only the corner of one eye was visible, tinged red. His lashes were wet, a few remaining tears still clinging to the edges. At first, Tang Zhou thought it was just physical reaction. But then he noticed the faint tremor in He Ziwei’s shoulders and realized, belatedly, that he was crying.

Tang Zhou grabbed him by the jaw and forced his face around. He Ziwei glared at him, then squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears kept flowing, soaking a small patch of the bedsheet beneath his cheek.

Tang Zhou was suddenly at a loss. For the past three years, He Ziwei had done nothing but mock him, provoke him, sneer at him. Sharp-tongued and acid to the bone. He couldn’t even recall ever seeing him smile, let alone cry. This sudden collapse was almost unnerving. And worse, he was the one who’d caused it.

He started to feel like maybe he had gone too far. As a half-assed apology, he grabbed some tissues and wiped the semen off He Ziwei’s body, then pulled the shredded underwear back up to cover him. His voice came out sarcastic. “Seriously? Crying like a damn girl? It was just a handjob. You didn’t get off on it?”

Something in those words clearly hit a nerve. He Ziwei looked like he wanted to retort, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he broke down completely. The sobs came out loud and raw. His whole body started shaking violently, gasping for air in ragged bursts. Between hiccups and sobs, he cursed under his breath. “Y-you fucking—shut… shut the fuck up—”

The thick nasal tone and tear-choked voice didn’t carry much threat. His skin was unnaturally pale, streaked with tear tracks that disappeared into his hairline. Tang Zhou stared. Somehow, He Ziwei like this seemed… almost subtly cute. He figured something had to be wrong with his brain.

Tang Zhou carefully cut through the tape binding He Ziwei’s wrists, but before he could say a word, a fist came flying straight at his face. He reacted fast, catching the punch and shoving it back down hard. He really must be out of his fucking mind to think someone like He Ziwei, this petty little bastard was even remotely cute.

He Ziwei’s body was stiff all over from staying in one position too long. That punch just now had been pure rage. The second it was over, soreness and exhaustion washed over him. Tang Zhou had pinned him down in order to block the hit, his whole upper body pressing down hard. Those sharp eyes stared at him from less than a foot away, like they were about to burn a hole straight through his face. Physical attacks failed, so He Ziwei switched to verbal ones, teeth gritted, still hiccuping through the tail end of his sobs. “Go fuck your mother… get the fuck off me…”

Tang Zhou almost laughed. He stared down at the boy under him. They had never been this close before. Now that he was, Tang Zhou suddenly noticed that with his bangs pushed up, He Ziwei actually looked kind of good.

His eyebrows were clean-cut, a little long and fine, which gave his face a slightly feminine edge. His eyes were narrow with faint double lids, the corners tilting upward, usually making him look like an arrogant little prick. But right now, the red still lingering at the corners added something else. Something faintly sexual. The heat in those eyes made his normally sharp features seem almost sultry. He was still trying to look fierce, but it was oddly enticing. His nose wasn’t high, but the shape was elegant. His lips were thin, yet soft-looking, flushed a delicate pink, as if they’d just been bitten. They trembled open slightly, chest rising and falling as he hiccuped, and every few seconds he would spit out another string of vile curses.

Tang Zhou thought it was a fucking waste to use a mouth like that just for swearing. A mouth that pretty ought to be used for… what? Even he didn’t know. But He Ziwei kept squirming, the struggle getting stronger, and his voice got louder and shriller, grating in his ears and making his head pound.

So Tang Zhou pressed him down harder and dropped his head to kiss him.

The second their lips touched, he felt a strange softness, like damp clouds. It made his skin prickle. Instinctively, he bit down lightly. In that moment, he thought, yeah, this mouth was meant for kissing.

Right then and there, Tang Zhou realized he was getting turned on. No matter how much his mind wanted to reject the guy beneath him, his body had already started to crave him.

The thought hit him like fire. He jolted upright and took a huge step back.

He Ziwei forgot to cry. Forgot to yell. For a second, he just sat there frozen, brain lagging like it had crashed. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, stared at Tang Zhou’s blank face, opened his mouth a few times, and finally spat out a single line: “Tang Zhou, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Tang Zhou glanced at him like he was looking at garbage. “I changed my mind. That buyer showcase isn’t really your style. I’ll just post it to the campus forum instead.”

“You want to fucking post it? Do it! I don’t give a shit! I’m dropping out anyway!” He Ziwei shook with rage.

“Fine.” Tang Zhou nodded.

Seeing that he had really pulled up the campus forum and started editing the post, He Ziwei lunged forward and grabbed his arm, voice trembling like he was on the verge of tears. “What the hell do you want?! I was wrong, okay? Isn’t that enough? It was just one time, do you really have to go this far?”

“One time?” Tang Zhou let out a cold laugh. “You’ve been talking shit about me without stopping. Should we count every last one of them? You’ve made up so much crap, I think it’s only fair I make at least one of them true.”

He looked him dead in the eye. “You don’t want me to post it? Fine. Lie down and let me fuck you. Once we go through all these condoms, we’re even.”

“In your fucking dreams!”

“Alright then. I’ll post it now. Your choice.” Tang Zhou raised his eyebrows, casual as ever. His expression was calm, even serious. There wasn’t a trace of cruelty or vengeful satisfaction on his face. His fingers moved fast across the screen, and just as he reached the image upload section, He Ziwei suddenly yelled like he was throwing his life away. “Fine! I’ll do it!”

“You’ll do it?” Tang Zhou seemed almost disappointed. He glanced at him, then finally put his phone away. “I decide the time, place, and how many times. You don’t get to say no.”

“What about the photos?” He Ziwei asked in a panic.

“I’ll delete all of them after the condoms are gone. Every last one. I keep my word.” Tang Zhou opened the door and walked out of the dorm.

“Fuck you!” He Ziwei shouted at the shaking door, then sat there frozen on the bed, still unable to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened. He rubbed at the red marks around his wrists, thinking vaguely that he had probably struggled too hard earlier. By tomorrow, they might even bruise.

Too many things had happened too fast, and none of them made sense. All He Ziwei knew was that whatever he and Tang Zhou were now, it had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. Nothing felt the same anymore.