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Yunho heard them talking sometimes.
The cramped box they kept him in wasn’t soundproof, with just enough space for him to stand and nothing else. It made him feel like an animal in a zoo to see them walking around it, observing him with what he assumed was clinical interest. It was hard to tell with the ornate costumes they all wore, their faces covered with glittering crystals.
He wondered how they saw anything past the gemstones and the white fabric. He wondered if they even needed to see at all.
They spent a lot of time talking about what he might know and what he might be keeping from them, and how they were going to discover the truth and put a stop to whatever it was that they were concerned with, which was funny because he had absolutely no idea what was going on. He hadn’t even thought that they were real a week ago.
Android Guardians weren’t supposed to be real, but here he was, trapped in a box barely larger than a coffin in some dank-looking bunker. It was the spitting image of where Yeosang had been held captive in one of their previous music videos, and he wondered if that meant that there was a version of him running around out there too, dressed all in black with a silly-looking fedora on his head.
Most of the time, however, they left him alone. He was more bored than afraid as the time passed, restless with the need to move and stretch his legs, looking forward to the couple of times a day they would let him out to relieve himself. He wished whoever had taken his place would hurry up and get whatever information these strange Guardians needed so that he could go home.
And then one day, things changed.
One day, they started staring at him more, their glittering masks facing him for long moments. They said increasingly unnerving things like “as long as he stays undamaged” and “not covered by the guidelines on treatment of captives” and “repay us for keeping him alive.” Many of them walked in and out of the cavernous room that contained nothing more than his clear prison, more than he had seen at any one time.
When Yunho was next let out of his box, he was led into another large, unfamiliar room instead of the shower area he was accustomed to. Vaulted ceilings arched high above him, and once again the room was empty but for the two Android Guardians waiting for him, although faint rectangular imprints on the wall seemed to imply that life-size portraits had once been placed on display here. He stopped some distance away from the motionless figures, uncertain about his purpose.
The Guardian who had escorted him in abruptly took hold of his pyjamas top and tried to pull it up, but Yunho let out a yell of surprise that echoed strangely around the room. He clamped his arms down and turned, more confused than anything else, but all of a sudden the other two Guardians were wrenching his arms away from his body, their strength immovable despite his resistance.
“Wait – wait, what are you doing?” Yunho kicked out hard, but it was as if his arms were manacled behind his back, the Guardians barely shifting against his struggles. He shouted and thrashed, but he was powerless as they removed first his shirt and then his baggy bottoms. He never wore underwear to bed, and he was hugely regretting that lifestyle choice at the moment as the cool air settled on his bare skin, making him shiver.
“Why are you doing this?” he demanded, wide-eyed and panting as he continued to strain against the iron grips on his arms. “I don’t know anything. I can’t tell you anything!”
“We only need your cooperation,” said the Guardian standing before him. Its voice was low and gravelly, a voice he had often heard from outside his box. It slowly removed its white coat, taking care to place it neatly against the wall, but it wasn’t until it began to undo its pants that Yunho realised the reason for his nakedness.
“No,” he said immediately, throwing himself forward and screaming at the pain of nearly dislocating his shoulders. “No!” He grunted and thrashed, but every single Guardian he had seen was larger than him, taller than him by at least half a head and broader to boot, with apparently inhuman strength to match. They pushed him to the ground with what felt like casual force, and he had to catch himself before he broke his nose against the cold stone floor.
He thought that they would leave the room then, leaving him alone with that single disrobed Guardian, only its emotionless white mask still covering its face, but they also began to undress with quick, neat movements.
Yunho sucked in a breath, and then he jumped to his feet and ran for the door. He heard swift steps behind him, lighter than he would have expected from such a large creature, but he didn’t look back. He slammed into the door, and then he tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t give no matter how much he pushed and pulled.
“Help!” he shouted, hammering on it with his fists, but the wood was so thick that the door barely tremored beneath the force of his hits. “I’m in here! Help!”
An arm wrapped around his waist and began to drag him back to the centre of the room. “Cooperate and we will not hurt you unnecessarily,” said the same rough voice, but Yunho growled and spat, as desperate as a wild animal. He started to dig his blunt nails into the meat of the Guardian’s arm, but it flung him to the ground and he lay there, stunned, as a sharp pain shot up his spine.
All three Guardians were standing over him, looking down at him silently like demented statues, and the worst thing was that all Yunho could sense from them was avid curiosity. They truly didn’t mean him harm, which was somehow all the more terrifying. One of them uncapped a small, clear bottle that filled the air with a pungent scent, and in tandem all three knelt, two of them holding Yunho down.
“No,” he repeated desperately, begging now, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to escape. “I don’t want this. Don’t –” He broke off with a low moan, his back arching at the intrusion of an oil-slick finger into his ass. It slid easily in and out twice, and then another finger was forcing its way in beside the first. There was something impatient about the Guardian’s movements, like it wasn’t very interested in stretching Yunho, and he was only half-surprised when it quickly added a third finger.
“Please,” he tried again, because this time it hurt, and he knew it was only going to get worse from there.
The Guardian looked at him, or at least its head raised to face in his direction. “Very nice,” it said, as if it hadn’t heard him, and then it removed its fingers and poured the oil over its dick instead. Yunho had been trying to ignore that, the three terrifyingly large cocks in full view of him, two of them very near to his face. He didn’t really want to think about what they would be doing with those cocks when one of them was in his ass.
The panic really began to set in when the Guardian lifted his thighs up, pushing his knees against his chest. “You don’t want to do this,” he babbled, far past the point of embarrassment. “Please, you don’t have to do this. I don’t have what you want. I don’t know anything! Just let me go. Please please please –” He continued begging even as that large, blunt cockhead pressed against his entrance, and no matter how slick it was it was so much thicker than those three fingers that had been in him so briefly.
Yunho’s mouth gaped open as the Guardian’s cock split him open, a long, keening moan escaping his lips, lasting the entire time it took for the Guardian to bottom out in him. The cock was a huge, terrible intrusion in his body, and Yunho could feel the Guardian’s pulse through it, racing just as quick as his was, although with ecstasy rather than terror.
“Very good,” the Guardian said, and it sounded like a sigh. It began to thrust, and the stretch of Yunho’s ass around its cock was an acute wave of pain that returned with every fresh intrusion, so piercing that he didn’t even notice when the pressure on his arms abated. The other Guardians had let go of him, walking away to retrieve the bottle of oil, slathering it on their own dicks until they were dripping with it.
“Turn him over,” one of them said, its voice a little higher than the other Guardian’s. It sounded younger but just as inhuman, its tone one of distinct interest as it watched.
Yunho gasped at the relief of the Guardian’s cock leaving his ass, and he allowed himself to be pulled easily to his feet. They were done, he thought, so convinced by that thought that he simply froze with confusion when the Guardian tugged his legs apart and shoved back up into his hole from behind. Yunho cried out at the fresh pain, his legs giving way, but the firm hands on his hips held him upright despite his sagging limbs.
“No,” he said again at the sight of another hard cock before his eyes, jutting forward eagerly towards him. It was all he could think of to say, but fingers squeezed his cheeks and the cock forced his mouth wide, his jaw almost creaking with the effort. He tried to protest again, but only unintelligible noises leaked out past the fleshy cock stuffing his mouth, somehow pushing deeper than he had thought possible. It pulled back slightly when he began to choke, as if marking his limit, and then the Guardian began to thrust, hitting the very edge of his gag reflex with inhuman precision so that his throat contracted around the head of its cock with every thrust.
Escape. That was all Yunho could think about. The word bounced around in his head, coloured with despair, but his mind couldn’t seem to focus. It was just that single word – escape, escape, escape – mingled with the overwhelming sensation of the Guardian’s cocks ramming into both ends of his body. It was so much, like nothing he had ever felt before, neither good nor bad but simply all-encompassing, both his ass and mouth stretching wide in a reluctant welcome of the cocks forcing their way in and out.
It was a struggle to keep his balance, forced as he was to teeter on the tips of his toes to accommodate the height of the Guardian behind him, but anytime he lost his footing, he felt like he was dangling in mid-air. Only the Guardian’s arm around his waist held him in place as his feet scrabbled for purchase, his back arching as he sucked harder at the cock in his mouth, feeling like he would fall if he let it slip off his tongue.
The Guardians were frighteningly quiet as they used him. All Yunho could hear was the wet slap of skin against skin, and the almost rhythmic gurgle of him choking in time to the Guardian’s steady thrusts, echoing around the domed ceiling and bouncing back down into his ears. It was all too much to focus on, from the fading pain of the stretch to the untouched depths that the cock was hitting inside him, the musky tang of the dick in his mouth and the pre-come trickling down his throat, the tears streaking his cheeks mixing with the saliva frothing from his lips.
Yunho closed his eyes, trying not to be there, trying not to hear or feel anything that was happening to him. He thought about San’s triumphant yells whenever he won a game and the sight of Mingi’s ridiculous, noiseless laugh. He tried to remember the taste of enjoying ice cream with –
The Guardian behind him suddenly jerked forward, semen pooling warm somewhere deep in Yunho’s gut, and the force of the motion pushed him fully onto the cock filling his mouth. He had a moment of heightened awareness when it hit the back of his throat and curved as if trying to reach his stomach, and then the need for survival took over. He coughed and choked, his stomach heaving threateningly, tears spilling anew down his cheeks as he pulled back, stumbling on his shaking legs and gasping for breath.
For a single blessed moment, he was himself again. There was come trickling slowly out of his ass and his face probably looked a mess, but Yunho was very aware of the locked door to his left and the three Guardians around him, one with a thankfully soft cock.
When the Guardian before him held him by the shoulders and tried to pull his head down to its crotch again, Yunho ripped himself away with as much force as he could muster. He was as silent as they were, lips bloodless with how hard he was straining, unable to spare a single iota of strength for vocalisation.
Clearly surprised, the Guardian let him go, and Yunho stumbled to the side. He could only think of trying the door again. There was no other way out. Before he could make another run for it, hands closed around his hips and jerked him off his feet. Yunho let out a shout of surprise as he fell back, but the Guardian’s grip was iron-hard as it brought them both down to the floor. Yunho grunted as he sat down hard in its lap and felt its wet cock rubbing against his back.
The third Guardian. The one who had been standing on the sidelines this whole time, alternately watching and holding him down.
“No,” Yunho snarled, bracing his feet as he tried to stand, but he found that he couldn’t rise any further than the Guardian would allow him to. It pulled him back slowly, its cockhead dragging against his balls before finally finding his crack, clearly looking for his hole. Yunho strained forward, cringing away from the cock prodding against him like some sort of friendly, curious creature.
“Stop,” he said harshly. “Just stop it, you sick fucks.” But he heard the Guardian hum with satisfaction when its cock finally wedged into his hole, the tight ring of muscle stretching around the bulbous head as it lowered him, and then fluttering traitorously shut around the rest of its length. Its grip on Yunho’s arms had loosened, and he found himself sliding unstoppably down the thick cock no matter how much he tried to find his footing. It felt bigger than the first one, and he let out a low moan at the burning ache inside of him when he finally sank fully onto the Guardian’s lap, clenching uselessly around the base of its cock.
The second Guardian pushed its cock back into his mouth as calmly as if they hadn’t been interrupted, and this time Yunho didn’t resist. There was something horribly frustrating about the cock staying buried and unmoving in him, something that drew all of his focus away from the dick that was beginning to pound harder into his mouth. He almost wished that it would move, the thought of it ramming into him somehow more attractive than the unsatisfying pulse inside of him.
It was only as the cock in his mouth was twitching and spurting come onto his tongue that Yunho realised he was slowly getting hard. His dick had chubbed a little, listing to the side and its tip very slightly shiny with a small dribble of pre-come. He stared at it in disbelief, but before he could touch himself, his mouth was empty of cock and the Guardian behind him had pushed him forward onto his hands and knees.
It was quick and fast this time. The Guardian pumped into him roughly, the curved head of its dick dragging almost pleasantly against his inner walls with every thrust, before it let out a low grunt and came deep in him.
Yunho sagged when the Guardian let him go, reaching between his legs to palm his own aching cock. It was only when he saw the door open ahead of the leaving Guardians that reason returned to his mind and he stumbled upright.
“Wait,” he cried, but his voice was sandpapery and rough, his throat tender and abraded. “Let me out!” The door shut before he could reach it, and he collapsed against the solid wood, beating weakly against it with a clenched fist.
His erection was completely gone, and after a moment Yunho dragged himself to his feet. They had left him nothing, not even his pyjamas, and he made a slow circuit around the large room with semen tracing a sticky path down both his inner thighs, limping awkwardly as he went. There was another door on the opposite wall, a mirror image of the one he had entered by, but it seemed just as impenetrable as the first.
The walls too yielded no help. He knocked on them hopefully, but the solid stone didn’t even echo. The place looked like it had once been a gallery or a museum, and Yunho looked up at the pale rectangles on the wall, where the paint had been shielded from discolouration by the harsh lighting. Whatever had once hung here, it was now useless to him, and he stared at the different shades of paint with dull disinterest.
He didn’t know how much time passed before a Guardian entered with food and water for him, which he devoured ravenously. The one good thing he could say about the Android Guardians was that they always fed him well, like clockwork and more than enough to fill his stomach. He always ate everything they gave, and right then he didn’t care if there was poison in the food anyway.
Confused and uncertain, Yunho tucked himself into a corner of the room and dozed off, exhaustion suddenly hitting him like a truck the moment he lay down. He didn’t awaken when the doors opened on silent hinges, and he didn’t awaken at the soft sound of thick fabric hitting the floor, or when the stifling smell of the Guardians’ oil filled the air again.
His eyelids only began to flutter when he was pulled out of the corner and laid flat on the ground, a soft mutter leaving him as he curled slightly at the cold touch of the stone floor against his belly. His brows furrowed when warm hands spread his ass cheeks wide, but when the Guardian’s cock plunged unhesitatingly into his hole he jerked awake with a gasp.
“What –” Yunho groaned, fists clenching at the pain of the intrusion even as his brain struggled into wakefulness. Without thinking, he angled his ass upwards a little, hoping to ease the pain of the unfamiliar cock thrusting roughly into his sore channel, but the change of angle made very little difference.
There was only one Guardian in the room with him this time, and the realisation was a relief. The Guardian finished just as silently as it had entered, only a single long exhalation as it pressed deep into Yunho suggesting that it was even a living, breathing creature.
When it was gone, Yunho sat up, pressing a hand against his chest as his heart raced, trying to make sense of the situation.
Everything slowly became clear to him the next few times the door opened, letting in yet more Guardians. There was never a pattern to it. Sometimes they entered singly, sometimes in pairs, sometimes in groups. Some were familiar to Yunho and others weren’t, and every single one of them had eager, dripping cocks ready to split him wide open.
He was here to be used as they wanted, by every single Guardian, until they were ready to send him back home.
Yunho struggled at first when the realisation sank in, everything in him rebelling at the thought of being used as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure. He knelt at the doors and yelled to be let out until he lost his voice. He screamed and cried and fought, wrestling against the hands holding him down. He crouched in the corner until he saw the doors open, and then he tried to dash out to freedom, past the Guardians who simply reached out and snagged him by the arm, dragging him back into the room with them as he roared and thrashed.
None of it seemed to matter to the Guardians. Even as he fought, they began to furnish the room to their own preferences. A bed was brought in, and then a sturdy wooden table, even a multitude of soft cushions that Yunho piled in a corner and slept on, far from the bed that he was repeatedly pinned to and raped.
They brought him to the showers every few days, dishevelled and stinking of oil and dried semen, and they provided him with a soft, fluffy towel to dry himself with, but never any clothes. One day, he was fitted with a thick leather ring gag that forced his mouth open and prevented him from screaming, and after the first two rounds of Guardians had used him with it, they seemed to like it so much that they no longer removed it unless they were feeding him.
Yunho tried to remember that he was still supposed to be sent home one day, but it was hard to convince himself of that. The Guardians were so strong. Perhaps they had already destroyed his world and killed all of his friends and family. Maybe he was the only one left now. Every day that his holes were plundered by countless Guardians without reprieve, their inhuman strength apparent in every single thrust, those thoughts grew harder and harder to ignore.
It was easier not to think. It even hurt less not to think, and more and more Yunho let himself slip away the moment the doors opened. He didn’t really go anywhere, not into his memories or his imagination. He just sank down into darkness, letting the Guardians position him how they liked, his ass always loose and ready from how often they were using him.
His mouth was equally helpless, his jaw numb past the point of pain from how long the gag had been fitted to it, oozing sores forming around the straps rubbing constantly against his cheeks. The Guardians’ cocks fitted easily into his mouth now, stretched wide enough for even the thickest among them, his gag reflex all but extinguished.
Often a Guardian would place him on the bed so that his head was hanging off the edge, his vision going blurry as blood slowly rushed to his head, and then it would sink its cock into the straight path from his mouth to his throat. Distantly, Yunho could feel his throat bobbing and swelling obscenely with every thrust, the Guardian’s heavy sac slapping nauseatingly against his forehead, but none of it felt real, like he was experiencing it all through a thick pane of frosted glass, and he quickly retreated from the uncomfortable sensation.
Only one visit ever brought him forcibly back to the present instead of his usual slow awakening, when he came alive again to find himself with the taste of come on his tongue and more streaking his body, a small puddle sometimes collecting beneath his ass. Only one time did they ever hurt him badly enough to jolt him back into awareness, shrieking and begging for mercy.
He was splayed on the ground, drool spilling out of his gagged, open mouth as a Guardian held his hips in the air, its thick cock filling him with every thrust. Yunho didn’t even blink when another Guardian stepped past him, leaving his mouth empty and swinging its legs over his torso instead, its bare ass pressing back against its fellow Guardian’s stomach. With a hand guiding its length, it tried to press its cockhead against Yunho’s puffy rim, rocking with the rhythm of the cock already sliding in and out of the loose hole and pushing harder when it wouldn’t catch.
If the Guardian had tried its fingers first, perhaps what it was attempting might have worked, but it only grunted and forced its hips forward until the very tip of its cock sank out of sight, Yunho’s ass sucking at the slick cockhead with a slimy, wet sound. Yunho shifted uneasily at the sudden, unnatural stretch of his ass, beyond what even he was used to. A low groan sounded from his throat, but he remained limp in the Guardians’ hold, hiding from the new wave of pain.
Emboldened, the Guardian pushed harder, silent despite the friction of its compatriot’s cock sliding beneath it and the almost painful squeeze of Yunho’s desperately clenching hole. Slowly, as the thick length disappeared into Yunho’s ass, he began to whine, high and panting as his hole stretched and stretched around the two insistent cocks trying to fill it, a torment that was impossible to ignore. His desperate whimpers echoed around the room, oil leaking out of his stuffed hole as the Guardians refused to give way, both of them blind to the agonised spasms of his legs and thrusting repeatedly in small, rough increments.
Finally, one of the Guardians gave a last massive thrust, sheathing itself fully and wedged so tightly that it dragged the full girth of the other cock along with it. Yunho arched off the floor in an instant, a shrieking wail bursting from his throat. He jerked and scrabbled wildly as blood began to spill down his thighs, babbling nonsense syllables of agony as he remained stuck with his ass in the air, the cocks crammed too tightly into him for him to pull himself free.
He screamed and screamed as the Guardians worked their way out of him, a hauntingly hollow sound around the gag in his mouth, mindless with panic and pain even as he was carried out of the room to be treated.
Yunho never really came back to himself again after that.
Even when he was recovering from the brutal assault and his ass remained untouched for long weeks, a sleepy grey dullness fogged his mind and the brief reprieve meant very little to him. He still knelt for the cocks that were presented for his mouth and he ate hungrily when food was placed before him. He still spent time arranging the pillows he slept on and never voluntarily approached the bed or the table, but the light had gone out of his eyes.
Only the regular showers the Guardians escorted him to brought him any amount of happiness, the tension in him trickling from his sore muscles along with the warm water. He was always relaxed after a shower, faint awareness glinting in his eyes as he looked around him on the path back, and then that too would disappear at the sight of the white-clad Guardians awaiting him in his room.
Once, a Guardian entered and spent a long time looking at him, glittering silver gemstones covering its face like all its other brethren. It took hold of Yunho’s chin and tilted his face upwards, facing that blank, unreadable oval, and Yunho merely stared back incuriously. His throat convulsed as he swallowed regularly, saliva pooling in the back of his throat from the angle of his head, and what little he couldn’t swallow leaked out the corner of his lips to dampen the leather gag.
“Yunho,” the Guardian said thoughtfully, in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, like someone Yunho might have known a long time ago. The sound of his name made him shiver slightly, like a fly had landed ticklishly on him.
The Guardian crouched, holding Yunho still so that he couldn’t flinch away, tracing along the leather of the gag with something close to fascination. Yunho closed his eyes, wincing as the gag rubbed along the open wounds on his face.
“Well, I did tell San that you would be gagging for his cock when you returned. I don’t suppose it’ll make much difference if you’re gagging for everyone else’s as well,” the Guardian said after a moment, and something in Yunho reacted to that, a flicker of awareness stirring awake from the very depths of his mind.
“Uuuuhh…” he said slowly, gutturally, struggling to speak around the gag. San. He shifted on his knees, eyes gradually focusing more closely on the Guardian as it stood, towering above him. He stared up at it uncertainly. San?
“Uuuuhh…” he tried again, a question this time, and the Guardian let out a sound that seemed amused. It didn’t reply, only pushed its pants down, leaving them pooling around its ankles as it fed its swollen cock past Yunho’s lips. Yunho let out a groan of distress, his mind still whirling with confusion, but he bobbed his head on the leaking cock without having to be directed, swallowing it down as deep as it would go before pulling off, moving automatically until hot come flooded his throat and he slowed to swallow.
Yunho stared after the Guardian’s retreating back, misery rising in him as the door shut behind it. He staggered to his feet and moved to press himself against the door, resting his face against it as if he could pass right through the solid wood, feeling as insubstantial as a wraith.
San, he thought. Did they have San? The thought scared him in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. San was important to him – he still remembered that somehow.
A little later, four Guardians entered his room at the same time. Yunho stared at them warily, shuffling backwards as they approached, but they grabbed him and forced him down with practiced ease. A cock plunged into his ass and another into his mouth, a third smacking casually against his head and igniting a river of pain along his face every time it hit the back of the gag. When the last Guardian reached between his legs and began to fondle his soft dick, the light in Yunho’s eyes died again.
By the time the gag was removed for the last time and the abrasions along his face cleaned, his mouth had been conditioned to hang open at rest, only closing with effort when he chewed. He stepped obediently into the pyjamas that one of the Guardians held out for him, the sight of the colourful cartoons printed all over it awakening nothing in his blank mind, and then he lay down on his pile of cushions and waited.
He was used to waiting. Sometimes he waited until he fell asleep and awoke to Guardians dragging him off his cushions, and sometimes he waited until he heard the door open and the Guardians came in to drag him off his cushions. It was all the same to him.
This time, however, something strange happened quite suddenly. There was a sudden transition from his brightly lit room to somewhere dimmer, a disorienting shift that left Yunho blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the changed lighting. The only thing in front of his eyes was a criss-cross lattice of metal above him, putting him in mind of a cage, or perhaps the frame of a bunk bed. He could hear movement off to the side and the faint sound of familiar voices.
Breathing quietly, Yunho opened his mouth just a little more and waited.