OAS 8

When He Ziwei stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, Tang Zhou was sitting at the edge of the bed, playing on his phone. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, the bulge beneath them full and prominent. Even soft, it was impossible to ignore.

When he saw He Ziwei come out, Tang Zhou locked his phone, tossed it onto the bedside table, and stood up. As he walked toward the bathroom, he pointed at the row of small boxes lined up neatly on the bed, each one like a soldier waiting for inspection. “Pick one,” he said. “Whichever one you choose, that’s the one I’ll use later.”

He Ziwei had absolutely no interest in looking at those little things that were eventually going to be used on him. If he could have put eight hundred meters between himself and the bed, he would have.

To avoid running into anyone they knew, Tang Zhou had booked a four-star hotel, six bus stops away from campus. The room was on a high floor, and there was a spacious seating area by the window. He Ziwei ended up curling into a corner of the sofa, lifting the curtain just slightly to stare blankly out the window.

Heaven, daytime fucking. He had barely begun to lament the moral decay of modern society when the sound of running water from the bathroom suddenly stopped.

He had spent nearly half an hour in there, but Tang Zhou stepped out after just five minutes. His bathrobe hung loosely around his waist, chest wide open, showcasing firm, fluid muscle and the shadow between his legs barely concealed. Every inch of him radiated the testosterone-heavy presence of a dominant male. Just watching him move, He Ziwei could feel that overwhelming sense of power.

“Why are you standing so far away? Come here.” Tang Zhou took a few steps to the bed. “Have you picked one?”

He Ziwei’s face turned red on the spot. He waved vaguely from a distance. “That one… the blue one, I guess?”

“This one?” Tang Zhou raised an eyebrow. While drying his hair with one hand, he reached over with the other to pluck the selected box from the row. When he saw what was printed on the packaging, he let out a low chuckle.

“What?” He Ziwei didn’t know what he was laughing at and immediately got nervous. “Should I pick another one?”

“No, this one’s good.” Tang Zhou’s expression turned serious. “I think you’ll like it.”

…No, I won’t! He Ziwei screamed internally. Getting fucked by you? I wouldn’t like anything you used.

Tang Zhou pulled out a string of something from the box and tossed it onto the pillow. He also opened a box of lubricant, then swept the rest of the items back into his backpack. After that, he walked over and pulled He Ziwei to his feet. He looked at He Ziwei’s lips and hesitated for a moment. Instead of kissing him, he turned his head and took his earlobe into his mouth.

He Ziwei thought about how he had just brushed his teeth so carefully and suddenly let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, he almost wanted to laugh, but before he could, Tang Zhou bit down hard on his earlobe in punishment. He gasped sharply, instinctively pushing Tang Zhou away, but Tang Zhou caught his arm and slowly stroked upward. At the same time, his lips and tongue began soothing the bite he had just delivered.

Tang Zhou’s mouth was hot. He wrapped his lips around that soft, plump bit of flesh and sucked, slow and deliberate. His tongue traced the skin around it, leaving it slick with saliva. The sound of wet suction grew louder and clearer with each motion, amplified by the short distance between them, echoing in He Ziwei’s ears until his anxiety faded, slowly replaced by a bone-deep, shattering shame.

Tang Zhou held He Ziwei firmly by the waist, rubbing against him as he pinned him in place. His hands slid down to knead the flesh of his ass, leaving the skin flushed and warm. Every point of contact tingled, the sensation spreading deep through He Ziwei’s body. Tang Zhou’s breath was hot and slightly uneven, puffing against He Ziwei’s ear, making his body shiver. He felt as if someone had slipped him muscle relaxants, as if he had been hit by a binding spell. A low moan escaped his lips, caught somewhere between resistance and submission. His head burned, and his heart began pounding wildly.

Tang Zhou clearly had no patience for any drawn-out foreplay. After giving He Ziwei just enough comfort to make what followed seem less like rape, he quickly stripped off their already disheveled robes and pushed He Ziwei down onto the bed, climbing over him and kissing down from his neck.

He Ziwei’s whole body tensed. He raised his hands to press against Tang Zhou’s chest, but Tang Zhou simply wrapped a hand around his half-hard cock, stroking it up and down. He Ziwei’s legs jerked, and the sharp gasp he tried to suppress turned into a heavy breath.

Men were creatures ruled by the lower half of their bodies. Tang Zhou’s technique was steady and precise. His strokes shifted between firm and light, quick and slow, and under that rhythm, He Ziwei’s cock hardened rapidly, pressing up stiff against Tang Zhou’s lower abdomen. His slit flared open, and the tip slowly released a few drops of cloudy precum. He was still just a twenty-one-year-old guy, young and embarrassingly easy to turn on. With Tang Zhou touching him like that, staying composed was impossible. By the time he caught his breath between waves of pleasure, he realized he no longer had any ground to push Tang Zhou away.

Tang Zhou’s mouth moved lower, licking over He Ziwei’s chest, trailing a wet streak across his skin. When he reached the left nipple, he flicked it with his tongue a few times, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard. The shy little bud swelled up like a sponge, puffing into a bright, flushed pebble that stood stiff on his chest. Tang Zhou tugged on it with his teeth, sometimes pulling upward, sometimes stretching it side to side, while his fingers worked on the other side, rolling and kneading mercilessly.

He Ziwei had never experienced anything like this. His mind felt foggy and slow. Tang Zhou’s rough fingertips brushed against his leaking slit, and his tongue licked his nipple with focused pressure. The strange sensation spread out from his chest, inch by inch, invading every cell, and wrapped around his heart like a warm current that made it throb with a sweet, unbearable ache.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” Tang Zhou murmured teasingly. His lips didn’t stray far, and he blew a breath against the slick, glistening nipple. He Ziwei flinched. The sudden coolness against his wet skin made him feel like a trembling flower bud caught in a chill wind. He wanted to push Tang Zhou away, but he didn’t really use any force. His hands rested on Tang Zhou’s shoulders, more like an invitation dressed up as resistance.

Tang Zhou pulled He Ziwei’s right hand downward, guiding it toward his own crotch. A moment later, He Ziwei felt something hot and rock-hard against his palm. He instinctively tried to jerk his hand back, but Tang Zhou held him there firmly. He Ziwei glared at him, but the dazed, unfocused look in his eyes only made him seem more flirtatious in Tang Zhou’s view. The cock in his hand seemed to throb even harder.

His vision went dark for a second as Tang Zhou kissed the corner of his eye. A rough, husky voice echoed by his ear.

“Be good and touch it. I’ll fuck you softer if you do.”

It was as if He Ziwei had been bewitched by those words “I’ll fuck you softer.” A few seconds later, he obediently wrapped his hand around Tang Zhou’s cock and began to stroke. His movements were awkward and reserved, but Tang Zhou didn’t seem to mind. He worked diligently with his own hand, stroking the sleek, aroused shaft. He Ziwei gasped like he was short of air, caught up in the strange, cooperative rhythm they had fallen into. He felt like some naïve, freshly initiated youth, completely unequipped to handle Tang Zhou’s “diplomatic tactics” in this mutually beneficial exchange. At some point, he even started to think, Maybe if Tang Zhou doesn’t fuck me… this isn’t so bad.

But of course that was never going to happen. “Ambassador Tang” never forgot his objective. The very next second, He Ziwei felt his legs being spread apart. Tang Zhou’s fingers, slick with cool, semi-liquid gel, pressed against his entrance, gave a couple of soft rubs, then pushed in.

Thanks to the enema earlier, entry wasn’t too difficult, but He Ziwei still jolted hard. His muscles clenching down on the invading finger and locking it tight. Tang Zhou ignored the resistance and pushed through, forcing the tight ring of muscle open. He worked the finger in and out gently at first, and once He Ziwei had loosened up slightly, he slipped in a second finger. The two fingers stirred and pressed inside, spreading the lube thoroughly.

Even though He Ziwei was mentally resisting, the number of fingers inside him still increased to three. They scraped and rubbed shamelessly along his inner walls, while Tang Zhou’s other hand stroked his cock faster and faster.

Tang Zhou was methodical and patient as he searched for He Ziwei’s prostate. Ever since realizing he wanted him, he had done his research. As much as he wanted revenge, what he wanted even more was to see He Ziwei lose control under desire, fall apart beneath him. That was the kind of scene that truly turned him on. At last, when his fingers brushed a certain spot along the inner wall, He Ziwei cried out.

“Is it here?” Tang Zhou asked, though his tone was certain. He deliberately rubbed that same spot again, and felt He Ziwei tremble in his arms.

He Ziwei bit down hard on his lower lip, but a whimper escaped through his nose, sticky and nasal, like a punctured balloon, tinged with fear, the end of it curling into a helpless moan.

“Don’t… mm… stop…” Tang Zhou’s fingertips continued to rub over that spot. A dizzying wave of pleasure surged from his groin and rippled through his whole body. For a moment, it felt like his muscles and brain had both shut down. All he could feel was that his limbs had gone soft, his body suspended in air, or maybe sinking into the sea, or maybe fluttering like a leaf with no place to land. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. It both intoxicated and frightened him.

“S-stop… please, stop…” he pleaded, dazed, barely coherent.

“Liar,” Tang Zhou said with a low laugh. He flicked the head of He Ziwei’s cock while dragging his fingers firmly across the prostate. “You’re clearly loving it.”

And as if to prove his point, the moment he finished speaking, He Ziwei came. His orgasm crashed over him, dragging a wave of shame with it. His cum spurted weakly, splattering across Tang Zhou’s hand. Tang Zhou looked on with satisfaction as He Ziwei’s face flushed red, a tear sliding quietly from the corner of his eye, slick with lust.

Tang Zhou casually smeared the cum across He Ziwei’s chest, spreading it over his nipple in a glossy layer. The red nub glistened with white, like it was oozing from there, obscene to the point of being artful. His cock was aching with need now, painfully hard. Without waiting any longer, he tore open a condom, rolled it on, and while He Ziwei was still half-dazed, suddenly flipped him over and slammed in.

“Ah!” He Ziwei cried out. Even with all the prep, the sudden penetration still hurt enough to make him jolt. He tried to crawl away, but Tang Zhou caught him, wrapped an arm around his waist, and pinned him down.

Only when He Ziwei stopped moving did he ease his grip. Then he raised his hand and slapped him hard across the ass. The sharp crack echoed through the room.

“Relax. Don’t clench so fucking tight, you little slut.”

He Ziwei snapped out of his daze, wishing he could disappear from the face of the earth. But before he could say a word, Tang Zhou had already begun to move.

The hard cock forced its way through the heat of his inner walls, carving a path through the tight channel. The lube made the thrusts smooth, and every movement dragged a current of electric pleasure between them.

He Ziwei’s ass was hot and tight, the inner walls wrapping around Tang Zhou’s cock in close, resistant layers. It was hard to push in, like slamming into something solid, and just as hard to pull out, like his body didn’t want to let go. Tang Zhou nearly groaned from the intensity. Each thrust slammed into his prostate, drawing muffled moans from He Ziwei, whose arms gave out, sending him collapsing onto the bed. His hips, now raised even higher, formed a smooth arc in his lower back, perfectly poised. Tang Zhou’s eyes darkened as he picked up the pace, fucking him faster and harder.

Gradually, He Ziwei started to realize something felt wrong. The cock buried deep inside him was studded with little bumps, and every drag against his inner walls made him shudder. The sensation was sharper, more pronounced than before. But as his insides grew wetter and softer, they also started to go cold. That chill only heightened the feeling of being filled, of being penetrated completely.

“It’s… so cold… mm… what did you use?” His voice trembled, a thread of panic beginning to leak through. He could feel things slipping out of his control.

“You like it?” Tang Zhou leaned down over him, exhaling a playful breath against his ear. “You picked it. Mint flavor, with little bumps to rub you raw.”

He Ziwei didn’t even get a chance to respond before Tang Zhou straightened up and slammed into him again. He cried out, startled by the sudden jolt, and even more startled by the needy, shameful sound of his own voice. He clamped his mouth shut in horror. But Tang Zhou didn’t stop. His cock kept grinding inside him, and He Ziwei’s own cock was seized again, springing back to life in Tang Zhou’s hand, twitching and eager.

The pleasure hit him like a tidal wave. His thoughts dissolved into static. All he could do was grip the bedsheets tightly, knuckles white, clutching them like a lifeline, desperate not to surrender completely in this one-sided battle.

The mint oil brought down the temperature of his inner walls, but that only made the friction more acute. He could feel every thrust in stark clarity, the exact path Tang Zhou was taking as he fucked him. Every inch of the cock dragging along his insides, conquering him with merciless force.

His prostate was assaulted by the broad, heated head of Tang Zhou’s cock, then ravaged again by those countless small, hard bumps rubbing against him. He Ziwei trembled violently, his knees no longer able to support him. His waist stayed pinned tight under Tang Zhou’s grip. Their bodies smacked together over and over, the sound of skin slapping skin pa pa pa ringing loudly in the quiet room. He shivered, finally unable to hold it in, and let out a thin, broken sob through his nose.

That sob was like flipping a switch. Every cell in Tang Zhou’s body lit up with excitement. He stared at the flushed, blood-red tip of He Ziwei’s ear, eyes clouded with something savage.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, licking He Ziwei’s earlobe. His hips moved faster, angling his thrusts to slam against that spot inside. “You love getting fucked by me, don’t you? You’re even crying.”

He Ziwei wanted to deny it, but all that came out was a muffled moan as he endured the pounding. He bit his lower lip until he tasted blood. Tang Zhou’s voice, laced with cold malice, didn’t let up.

“You realize how slutty you are? Getting fucked by the guy you hate the most… and you’re crying from how good it feels.”

“Mm… ngh…” Tang Zhou grabbed He Ziwei by the jaw, forcing his mouth open just enough for a gap to form. The gasps and moans he had tried so hard to hold back spilled out one after another. Tang Zhou shoved his thumb into the opening and began to stir it around.

He Ziwei’s tongue was tugged and teased, forced to move with the invading digit. Saliva overflowed before he could swallow, trailing down along Tang Zhou’s finger and dripping between the gaps, pooling into a gleaming wet patch on the bedsheet below.

Suddenly, Tang Zhou flipped him over again. The cock pulled out of his ass with a lewd pop, and before his rim had even had time to contract, it was split open once more. He Ziwei’s legs were seized and wrapped around Tang Zhou’s waist. His chest, neck, and cheeks were flushed a deep red like a lobster thrown in boiling water. Tears of overstimulation kept leaking from the corners of his eyes. Tang Zhou’s thrusts were fast and fierce, pounding into him so hard his body kept sliding upward on the bed, only for Tang Zhou to yank him right back down. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but in the end, all he could do was cling to Tang Zhou’s arms for dear life.

“Ah… mm…” He Ziwei’s mind was unraveling fast. His body began moving in sync with Tang Zhou’s on its own, subconsciously chasing the intense pleasure. It felt like he was about to surrender completely, but Tang Zhou wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Slap.

Tang Zhou slapped his ass hard. “Slut. Feels good, doesn’t it? Should I go leave a bonus review for the seller? My roommate loved the textured one. Said I fucked him so good he almost passed out.”

“No… mm… stop… I’m begging you… ngh…” He Ziwei was crying openly now, completely shrouded in shame. Tang Zhou’s cock was buried deep inside him, so hot it felt like it was melting his bones. That realization made him shudder, but the pleasure radiating from his hole was even more intense than before. He’s going to split me open, He Ziwei thought, that one line repeating like a broken record in his paralyzed brain.

Tang Zhou could feel the trembling in his arms. He Ziwei was shaking, more violently by the second. His pupils were blown, eyes wide and dazed, lit up with tears. The low sobs in his throat were rising, transforming into high, desperate cries.

Before this, Tang Zhou had never imagined a guy with such a deep voice could make sounds that sweet. The end of every cry curled with sobs and breathless moans, trembling like a string plucked too hard. It stirred Tang Zhou’s blood to the boiling point. He couldn’t help but speed up, slamming into that sensitive spot over and over. He Ziwei couldn’t take it. He let out a long, broken wail and came hard, shaking as he released, white streaks splashing across Tang Zhou’s abs, staining both their bodies in slick obscenity.

“You came just from getting fucked?” Tang Zhou’s cock was clamped so tightly by the spasming hole it was nearly painful. He was right on the edge himself. “Filthy little slut. You’re squeezing so tight.”

He leaned down to kiss the tear hanging on He Ziwei’s lashes. Then he slammed in, cracking through the tight resistance, burying himself deep as he pounded once, twice, and then came with a groan, spilling everything to the sound of He Ziwei’s ragged cries.