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Kun loved his job. He really did. 

He has always been interested in photography, and what started out as a fun hobby his parents let him indulge in to keep him out of trouble after school became a lucrative career. 

Because Kun wasn't just turning up to snap people's weddings or taking scenic shots to promote his Facebook business page in the hope someone would commission him. 

He was a fashion photographer. And a successful one at that. 

His work could be found in a number of magazines. Front covers. Centre prices. 

He got to fly all over the world and shoot in the most gorgeous locations. Milan. Hanoi. São Paulo. 

He loved his job. Loved being creative and directing models to create his visions exactly how he imagined them. 

And the money wasn't bad, either. But Kun wasn't particularly flashy. He had a nice enough car and a house that fit him and his two cats perfectly, but he wasn't into diamond encrusted Rolexes or Gucci tracksuits. Material possessions just weren't important to him. 

He preferred spending his money on other things. Or rather, other people. 

Kun wasn't the best when it came to… Romance. He was a little awkward. Wasn't quite sure how to flirt or date… It all kind of scared him. He didn't know how to talk to a guy and get him to like him. 

So, he found it easier to pay for their affection. 

Which was why he loved OnlyFans. He could text all of these cute boys and they had to talk to him because he was paying them. He had a folder of nudes he had been sent by men he had never met in person and they made him… Happy. 

He would much rather get off to someone moaning his name down the phone for a few hundred dollars than actually having to pull someone in real life. 

That just wasn't for him. Far too much work when he could just pay for it. 

"It's been months since Winwin was online." Hendery, Kun's assistant, sighed. "I miss him."

Kun snorted. Hendery was just as pathetic as him, and it was kind of his fault. 

He had got him onto OnlyFans — not as a side hustle, but… As a customer. And they just so happened to have the same favourite sex worker. 

It was probably weird, knowing that both you and your co-worker had a foot fetish, but they didn't seem to have much else in common, so it gave them something to talk about. 

"Rumours are he's a model now. Like, a proper one."

Winwin was by far Kun's favourite. He was in awe of him. Shelled out god knows how much over there past year or so. Even though he had never seen his face. Everything he posted was exclusively from the neck down. But that only made him more alluring in Kun's eyes. He was so mysterious. 

And what did it matter what his face looked like, really? He was here for the feet. 

And what a pair. 

They were so smooth, almost doll-like. It was as if his feet had never touched the ground. Like he didn't just walk, he glided. The way a stocking would slip off his foot so seamlessly. Not a single snag. 

And it wasn't just his feet. His ankles. His legs. Every inch of his body was to die for, but he knew how to work his best feature. Whether he was strutting back and forth in a pair of clear sandals to show off his perfect arches or stepping on something that resembled a ballsack in patent red stilettos, everything from the knee down was perfectly carved. 

And he was so dexterous. The way his toes could wiggle and spread. How they'd wrap around the handle of a riding crop to pick it up. Or stroke a cock until it came all over his lithe little body. 

Winwin knew exactly what he was doing. It was no wonder he was so popular. He must make a fortune off of those toes. 

But then he just seemed to disappear. His uploads were less frequent, and much to Kun's dismay, he stopped taking requests. 

"Who's said that?"

"Just people online." 

Die hard fans who… May be seen as a little stalky. But they weren't. They were just putting some pieces together. Those feet were very recognisable. Winwin's fanclub were observant. So observant when a rising new model was walking in a show that involved them being barefoot (because of course foot fetishists were on that like flies on shit) they put two and two together. 

Because these weren't just feet. 

They were Winwin's feet. They had to be. Kun had spent months on end looking at those feet. Taking in every little detail — the angle of his big toe, the shape of his nails. Memorising them. Fantasising about them. 

How could he possibly miss them? 

"Well, I hope he comes back soon." Hendery glanced over the photo Kun showed him on his phone. Could this be Winwin? He couldn't tell. He wasn't that observant. "I'm spending a fortune every month for nothing."

The two of them continued setting up in near silence. It was three in the morning and they had a long day ahead of them shooting a number of models in over thirty different looks for a streetwear brand. And these weren't just your run of the mill catalogue shots. They wanted more. So Kun was trying to conserve his energy for when he inevitably had to shout at the models later. 

He hoped they would at least send competent ones this time. 

"First girl's ready."

"Great." Kun checked everything was in place one last time. "Get her over here."

The hours went by. Model after model. Garment after garment. Kun felt like his back was ready to break. He was running on nothing but coffee and sheer determination. Every shoot blurred into the next. He could barely even remember the faces of half the models that had passed through the door, and he had definitely shot them all before. 

But then one caught his eye. Their final model of the night. A guy he had never worked with. And it wasn't necessarily because his face stood out from the rest or he was overly polite unlike the rest of the stuck up models he'd had to work with all day. 

It was because he had pretty feet. 

Really pretty feet. And for this particular outfit the brand wanted him barefoot. 

Thankfully Kun was good at hiding his fetish. At keeping it professional at work. 

Hendery, however, not so much. 

"Check out the heels on him."

Kun rolled his eyes as the model stretched up on his toes, back facing them. Apparently he was some sort of gymnast. The director wanted him to contort in a weird way. 

"Keep it in your pants, Dery. We're at work."

They were nice heels, though. Soft. Not a touch of hardened skin. 

"Okay, first pose."

Kun crouched down, camera at the ready as the model bent backwards into a bridge. And that's when he finally saw his face. It was upside down, but he recognised it straight away. 

That's who everyone thought was Winwin. 

He tried to calm himself down and keep professional, take as many snaps as he could, but it didn't help that he could see Hendery flapping out or the corner of his eye. He should never have shown him the picture. He would have been none the wiser. 

But then the model lifted one of his legs straight in the air. Kun couldn't even spare a moment to be impressed because his focus was solely on the foot pointing to the sky. He would know those toes anywhere. 

It was him. 

It was Winwin. 

He cleared his throat and tried his best to keep taking pictures. 

"Hold it just a little longer."

Kun could tell Winwin was getting tired but he couldn't help himself. His favourite OnlyFans star who had gone awol was right in front of him… Feet out. 

There was no way he wasn't going to zoom in and take a few personal snaps. 

"Right." He cursed himself as his voice broke a little. The last image on his camera's screen was everything. "Relax."

The model slumped to the floor with a moan. 

Yeah. 

That was him alright. 

"Kun!"

Kun tried to ignore his assistant as he hissed his name. He knew. He didn't need Hendery making things weird. 

"Next pose. When you're ready."

This felt like the longest shoot by far. Kun was trying to keep composed but every time the model moved he was getting distracted. 

He had paid so much money for private videos of those feet and now there they were. Right in front of him. He was going to have more images of them than the clothes in his folder if he wasn't careful. 

"Kun, I swear that's him."

It was over. Finally. Their last shoot with their last model. It was already dark out. God knows how long they'd been stuck in this studio. 

"That's Winwin. It's got to be."

Kun sighed. He wished Hendery would just shut up. 

He just wanted to go home, look over his new private collection and wank off until he passed out. 

"Thank you for the opportunity."

They were halfway through packing up when they heard a voice behind them. 

The model. 

Winwin. 

He was so sweet. Wasn't like Kun casted him and— Oh god, he was in heels. He had gotten changed back into his own clothes and… The brand asked them to bring their own pumps in case they needed them… Winwin was wearing his right now. Kun couldn't stop staring at the way the heel made his anterior arch veins pop out. 

"It was fun working with you guys."

"Can I ask you something?"

Kun's blood ran cold as the model turned to leave and Hendery spoke up. 

He wasn't. Surely. 

"Are you… This will sound crazy if you aren't, but—"

"Hendery."

"Are you on OnlyFans?"

"Only…?"

"Just there's this guy I follow. We follow—" Oh, fantastic. Hendery couldn't have left him out of it. "And he… Well, we've never seen his face so we can't say he looks like you, but…"

Don't say it. Kun chanted in his head. Just give up now. Please just shut up. 

"You have the exact same feet as him."

Kun's soul left his body there and then. 

"Feet?"

The model shifted a little uncomfortably. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It's Winwin, right?"

His face dropped. 

Kun could see the panic in his eyes. 

He stuttered, trying to get his excuses out, but… 

"M-My name's Sicheng. I don't know who Win—"

"It is you." Kun's voice was low. There was no denying it. The way he reacted. 

That really was Winwin. 

He had taken his own photos of Winwin's feet. 

He felt his dick stir in his pants. 

Sicheng looked around the room, making sure no one else was about, before storming over to them, red-soled heels clipping against the concrete floor. 

"What do you want, huh?"

His sweet demeanour slipped completely. He felt threatened. No one had ever recognised him before. 

He had worked so hard to get where he was. To distance himself from that. He wasn't about to let these two spoil it by blabbing. 

"Money? Will that keep you quiet?"

"Wh— No! We don't want anything." Kun wasn't going to tell the world. That would ruin his chances of working with Winwin again.

"I don't believe you. You're gonna tell everyone and then—" He was freaking out. That's when he saw the laptop. What was on his screen. Pictures of his feet. Close ups. "Y-You're not gonna sell those, are you?"

His career was going to be over and it had barely begun. 

"Please, don't, I—" These guys were his fans, right? He knew what they liked. What they wanted from him. "I'll do anything."

He stepped out of his heels, one by one, wiggling his toes as they landed flat on the concrete. 

The two of them couldn't tear their eyes away. 

They were entranced. 

"Whatever you want."

Kun's heart rate rose. God they were so close. Look at them. He just wanted to get down on his knees and kiss them. Literally kiss Winwin's feet because he worshipped the ground this man walked on — it was lucky enough to come into contact with his soles, but… He wasn't going to—

"Can I suck them?"

Kun's eyes widened as he looked at Hendery. He wasn't seriously considering accepting a sexual favour in return for keeping his mouth quiet, was he? 

"If you promise."

"I swear."

Kun watched on in astonishment as Hendery led Sicheng over to the furnished corner of the room where they chilled out on their breaks. To their sofa. 

Was this actually happening? 

This was so morally inept. He wasn't going to sell them. Or tell anyone about— Sicheng didn't have to offer his body up in order to keep his secret safe. 

"Wait—"

Kun trotted after them. He couldn't let this happen. 

"Do you want it too?"

Sicheng looked up at him with big, wide eyes. Kun was sure he would have been even more popular if he showed off his face. He was gorgeous. 

He already had his foot pressed against Hendery's crotch as he sat at the other end of the sofa, legs spread, rubbing back and forth without even having to be told. 

He didn't seem to have too many qualms about this… 

Didn't seem like he was being forced. 

"Please don't show anyone."

Kun's breath froze in his lungs as Sicheng reached out to toy with the fly of his jeans. 

He glanced across at Hendery, whose head was tipped back and Sicheng's bare foot rocked back and forth over the already obvious bulge in his sweatpants. He was jealous, but… He couldn't. 

Could he? 

This must be an abuse of power. He was a well known photographer. Sicheng was just starting out. He was scared. They were taking advantage of him. 

"Fuck." Hendery moaned, wrapping his fingers around the back of Sicheng's foot to apply more pressure. "God you're amazing."

And then Sicheng giggled. He giggled. 

Was he enjoying this? Or was Kun just looking for a way to justify it? Trying to make himself feel better about how badly he wanted to be in Hendery's position… Accepting a footjob in the form of a bribe. 

It did look good, though. Sicheng's pointed toes dancing around the outline of his cock. And Hendery was clearly enjoying it. He never imagined he'd be in a position where he was watching his co-worker moan someone's name, but… Here he was. 

"I've worked so hard for this, Kun." Kun almost melted when Sicheng said his name. "Please don't ruin it for me."

"I won't."

Sicheng tugged his zip down, happy with the response. 

Kun would keep quiet no matter what. 

But if he was offering… 

Would he ever get an opportunity like this again? 

"Promise?"

Sicheng's eyes were so wide, even as he pushed the front of Kun's boxers down to reach in. 

This was really happening, wasn't it? 

How could he turn away now? 

He had Hendery splayed out on the sofa, moaning as Sicheng stroked him up and down and—

"Oh!"

And now his cock was out. 

"Promise."

He wasn't going to say anything anyway, so… He might as well. Right? He wasn't forcing Sicheng to do anything. 

"Ugh— Harder!"

Hendery looked like he was ready to lose it. Kun didn't blame him. Sicheng was pressing his heel against his cock, rubbing small circles. That must feel like heaven. 

But he was good with his hands too; stroking Kun to full hardness. He wondered if he would get a go, if he could have Sicheng's pretty toes stroking up and down his shaft. He guessed he was kind of in control here. 

But Sicheng had other ideas, as he reached over to suck the tip of his cock between his lips. 

"Fuck!"

He had been too busy focusing on what Sicheng's foot was doing to his assistant to realise how close he was. 

And now he was getting his dick sucked. By a man he had idolised on OnlyFans for months. In his studio. In front of his colleague. 

He prayed to god everyone else really had left. 

He moaned as he let himself get into it, gave into temptation and rocked his hips into Sicheng's mouth. He was so fucking pretty. Kun always knew he would be. He had to be. 

But like this, staring up at him with his cheeks hollowed and the ball of his foot massaging someone else's cock… 

Kun didn't regret spending a single penny on him. 

On pictures of him in sparkly, strappy heels. On videos of him wiggling his toes in lace stockings. Watching him wank someone off on camera with just his feet. 

That was what he wanted. The blowjob was good, any man would kill for it from someone like Sicheng, but… 

He wanted what Hendery had. 

So he grabbed a handful of Sicheng's hair and pulled back. It made him whine, made him choke on his own saliva a little. He hadn't been expecting that. 

"I think you know what I want, Winwin."

"Stop calling me that."

He wasn't Winwin anymore. He was Dong Sicheng. A model. A fashion model. He walked runways and posed for magazines. 

"Sorry, Sicheng." There was a mirth in Kun's voice that made him narrow his eyes. He'd bite his dick off if he didn't have such a tight hold on his hair. "Why don't you put that other foot to use. Do what you do best."

Sicheng bit back a grumble. Do best. Fucking rude. 

Yes, he was highly successful on OnlyFans. He had hundreds of thousands of subscribers that waited on baited breath for his next upload. He made a killing. 

But it wasn't what he wanted to do with his life. It was a way to make money that took off, but he wanted to put that all behind him. He wanted to follow his passion. 

And he was finally beginning to make waves in the modelling industry, so he didn't appreciate Kun reducing him to his foot fetish. 

But, he'd play along. He couldn't let this ruin everything. 

"Get on the floor, then." Sicheng stretched his right leg out, toes pointing to the rug that jutted out from under the sofa. "I'll give you the best foot job you've ever had if you promise to keep your mouth shut."

There was no way Kun was saying no to that. How many times had he passed out with his dick in his hand dreaming about Winwin's toes fondling him? 

He scrambled onto the rug, close enough so Sicheng could reach him and spread his legs. 

He did notice a slight shift in Sicheng's demeanour though, as he did. A twinkle in his eye. But he didn't have too much time to ponder over it as Sicheng's big toe came into contact with the tip of his dick. 

It made him shudder. 

How was one perfectly pedicured digit even better than a whole mouth guzzling down his cock? 

He inched a little closer, so Sicheng didn't have to stretch so much and so he could have more. 

And, oh. 

Kun's head tipped back as Sicheng's toes ran up and down his shaft. 

Fuck. 

They were so fucking soft. The balls of his feet felt like they had never touched the ground. How was that even possible? Did someone just carry him everywhere? If they did, it was what he deserved. Sicheng was a fucking Prince. 

"Fuck, that's—"

"Heaven?" Hendery moaned. He was completely gone. Sicheng was pushing harder and harder against cock, barely giving him room to rut against it. But Kun wasn't surprised that Hendery liked it a little rough. He had gone into detail about how he'd happily let Winwin step all over him after a few too many beers. "I'm gonna cum."

"Already?" Sicheng snorted, eyebrows raised, before correcting himself. He wasn't in the position to be a little bitch here. "Am I that good?"

"So fucking good." Hendery was almost lifeless, his arm hanging off the side of the sofa, leg threatening to slip off too. "Your feet, they– Oh, god!"

Sicheng pressed even harder, his leg fully stretched out so he could apply as much pressure as possible to Hendery's crotch. It made Kun's own cock ache. 

And Hendery's explode. 

It was too much. 

He couldn't keep going. 

So he came in his pants with a loud groan. 

Sicheng's lips quirked up for a split second. That was easier than he thought it would be. 

"Your turn."

Now he could focus on Kun. Get the photographer off and get the fuck out of here. 

"Come on, Kun." He rubbed faster, big toe circling the head of his cock so he could smear it in precum. He couldn't look away. Couldn't believe the feet he had been spending his hard earned money on were playing with his dick. "Cum on my toes. I know you want to."

He was completely fixated. In awe. Sicheng knew what he did to people, what his feet did to people, but he had never met a fan in real life like this before. 

"What's wrong? You want both?"

The sooner this was over with the better. Then hopefully he'd never have to see these two again and his secret would be safe. 

He left Hendery to bask in his post-orgasm glow and took Kun's cock between both of his feet, toes gripping around his shaft so he could wank him off. 

"Jesus Christ." Kun's head tipped back. He had to look away. He was going to cum from the sight alone if he didn't. "More."

His cock trapped between the balls of Sicheng's feet as they rubbed him up and down. This was fucking heaven. A footjob from anyone was heaven, but Sicheng? Winwin? His feet felt softer than most hands he'd had wrapped around his dick. Beautifully moisturised, toes gripping tighter and tighter, the way he fit perfectly into Sicheng's arches. 

This was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he had dreamed of as he sent Sicheng tip after tip online. 

But it was all over far too soon when he followed Hendery and came far quicker than he would care to admit, cock squirting all over Sicheng's pretty feet. The sight was almost enough to make him cum again. 

Sicheng cleared his throat as he pulled away the moment Kun was finished. He was looking at him almost in disgust. On the rug of his studio with his cock out and legs spread, breathing heavily as he came down from his orgasm. 

After practically blackmailing a model into performing a sex act on him. 

"Right, well…" Sicheng checked his phone as he slipped his heels back on, not even bothering to clean himself up. 

Kun felt awful. 

Why the fuck had he done that? 

"You better keep your end of the promise."

Sicheng got up to leave without saying another word to them, phone held to his ear. 

Kun let himself fall back against the rug. 

Shit. 

They had fucked up big time. 

"That was amazing."

"Don't." He didn't want to listen to Hendery right now. He partially blamed him for this. He was the one that suggested Sicheng buy their silence. He felt sick.

He couldn't bring himself to move. To tuck himself back in his pants. Get up and tidy his shit away. Maybe he'd just pass out here with his dick out and wallow. 

"We're fucking disgusting."

"Yeah you are."

But an unfamiliar voice made him sit bolt upright. 

There was someone else in the studio. Someone who had been there this whole time? Who had seen? Who… 

Who was that? 

Kun didn't recognise him, but he looked… Scary. Leather jacket, long dark hair, nose piercing, big boots that clomped along the floor. 

And Kun was here with his limp dick on full display. He scrambled to tidy himself up, even if it was far too late. He was going to lose all of his clients. Get done for sexual harassment. 

But then he heard heels, and Sicheng rounded the corner behind this scary mystery man. 

He had told this guy what they had just done to him, hadn't he? That Kun had pictures and…

He cowered as the pair approached them. 

He was going to lose everything. How would he explain that to the designer if he lost all of the pictures? He had been so distracted by Sicheng he didn't have time to back them up properly. 

"Look, I'm sorry, we just— I'll get rid of them just— Just don't touch my stuff, we can't re-do the shoot and—"

The man smirked down at him as he crawled onto his knees, literally begging. 

"You're right. They are pathetic."

Kun blinked, ears turning red. This was beyond humiliating. 

"Told you, baby."

He swallowed as Sicheng caught up, an arm hooking with scary-guy's. Baby? Was this his boyfriend? Even better. 

Kun was trying to focus on keeping his life together, not losing a whole day's work, but… 

There were still globs of cum on the top of Sicheng's feet. His cum. That was more than enough to distract him. 

And Sicheng picked up on it instantly. 

"See, Yuta, he can't stop looking." Sicheng tutted, stretching his leg out so the pointed toe of his Louboutin's was just centimetres from Kun's face. "Clean me up. Since you made such a mess."

Kun's eyes flickered up for a moment. Sicheng's change in demeanour was… He had been so nervous before. So scared. 

But not anymore. He was holding the reins now. 

Why should he let some fucking loser photographer that used to pay him for pictures get one over on him? Kun was pathetic. They both were. And Sicheng was not about to let them get away with this. 

"Do it, Kun."

He tapped him on the cheek with his shoe, a gentle warning. It would be harder next time, if he didn't do what he was told. 

When he left to go get picked up by Yuta something stirred inside of him. He was pissed. Where the fuck did they get off threatening him? Blackmailing him. Look at the state of them. Crying his name, cumming after barely being touched because they were obsessed with him. With his feet. 

He had the upper hand here. They were helpless under his gaze. 

And it was kind of hot. 

He liked being in control like that. Liked looking down on some pitiful little man as they begged for more. There was usually a paywall in the way, they wouldn't get anything out of him unless they splashed the cash. 

But this was different. Having them there in person… Squirming under the balls of his feet. 

It made him want more. 

Want revenge. 

He wanted them to pay, but… He wanted to get off too. 

And he knew Yuta would be in. 

"Kun!"

Sicheng kicked him this time, the patent leather of his shoes coming into contact with Kun's cheek. It made him hiss. 

Made him fold. 

Made him stretch out his tongue and lick a long strip up Sicheng's instep, tasting himself along the way. He felt his cock twitch again in his pants. 

He was licking Winwin's feet. In heels. After he came on them. 

Fuck. 

He'd be cumming again if he wasn't careful. 

"And what about this one?" The boyfriend, Yuta, spoke up. Hendery had curled in on himself on the sofa, closing his legs so the wet patch on his sweatpants wasn't so obvious. "Did he take advantage of you too, baby?"

"He started it." There was a pout on Sicheng's lips, voice rising in pitch. "He wanted me to get him off in return for his silence."

Sicheng stomped his heel down on the ground, and Kun followed, on his knees, bent over, making sure Sicheng's feet were perfectly clean. 

Yuta snorted. When Sicheng said these two were pathetic, he didn't expect them to be quite this bad. 

"Bet that's the only way he can get any." Yuta took a few long strides towards Hendery, so he was looming over him, hand firm on the arm of the sofa. "Who the fuck would go near you if you weren't blackmailing them?"

Yuta nudged Hendery's knees apart, ever so slightly. He tried to resist, but he could still see that he had cum in his pants. Disgusting. 

"Get on the floor with your friend."

Hendery did as he was told, scurrying onto the rug. He was scared not to. Yuta was intimidating. And… Yeah. They had gone too far. He could definitely take the two of them. Beat them up. Destroy all of their stuff. 

He didn't want to take any chances 

"Come here, baby."

Kun whined as Sicheng withdrew his foot, giving his cheeks one last little kick for good measure as he went to settle down in Yuta's lap on the sofa. He was so jealous. He wished Sicheng would wrap around him like that. 

"What do you want to do to them?"

"Please don't hurt us we—"

"Shut up." He didn't ask Hendery. He asked his boyfriend. He was the one running things now, not them. "How are we gonna make them pay?"

"I wanna humiliate them. Like they humiliated me."

Sicheng crossed his legs over Yuta's lap, making sure his feet were still on full display. He knew that would keep them under his spell. 

"And, you know…" He leaned in to Yuta, catching his lips in a soft kiss. "I'm kind of turned on."

"Oh yeah?"

The two of them watched on from the rug as Yuta's hand travelled up Sicheng's bare leg. They were so long it felt like it went on forever. Until they dipped under the oversized shirt he was wearing and Sicheng moaned. 

Fuck. 

Was he turned on because of them? Because he liked getting guys off with just his feet? 

Had he enjoyed this? 

"What do you want, huh?" Yuta's voice was so soft, he didn't seem anywhere near as scary with Sicheng as he was with them. "Tell me."

"Wanna watch."

"You like when someone puts on a show for you, don't you, baby? When they try to impress you?"

Sicheng nodded, lips parted, trying to recapture Yuta's as he moaned. 

"You like being in control."

"Yes." 

Kun was hard again already. Watching Sicheng… Listening to him in real time. He was so fucking sexy. He wanted to be the one making him moan like that. 

"And they took that away from you, didn't they?"

Yuta's voice lowered as he looked over at the two of them. Hendery was practically shaking. 

"Are we gonna get it back?"

"Yeah." This time Sicheng looked at them, eyes hooded with bliss, but determined. What were they planning? "And if they're good and do what I say… I might even let them try and fuck me."

Kun heard Hendery gasp beside him. 

What? 

Sicheng wanted to… He wanted them…? 

"F-Fuck you?"

"Maybe." He shrugged as Yuta licked a strip up his neck, claiming him. "Or if not you'll just have to sit there and watch me get fucked by a real man. Not a couple of pathetic creeps that force models to wank them off."

"We'll do anything."

Kun turned to Hendery, wide-eyed. Anything? He had no idea what these two were capable of. 

But Hendery didn't care. He was a pathetic creep. And he was desperate to have Sicheng touch him again. 

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Sicheng lay back on his elbows, stretching out a leg for Yuta to bring up to his lips and leave a trail of kisses down his shin, all the way up to his ankle. Sicheng bent his knee so Yuta could nuzzle his face against his instep, but kept his eyes on the two of them the whole time. 

He wanted to make them jealous. 

Desperate. 

Willing to do absolutely anything. 

"Kiss."

Kun wasn't sure who he was talking to, as Yuta's lips smacked against Sicheng's skin. But his gaze didn't falter. 

"Are you listening to me? I said kiss."

"U-Us?" Kun looked across at Hendery. Sicheng wanted them to kiss? Why? That was… weird. 

Sicheng just rolled his eyes in response. 

"Obviously." Who the fuck else would he mean? "You fucking owe me."

Hendery was looking back at him, as if he was considering it. As if he was willing to do it. 

And Kun thought he had it bad. 

He had always dreamed of a chance of being with Winwin, but… He wasn't going to degrade himself for it. Was he? With his assistant? 

"Or do I have to blackmail you?"

Sicheng tugged at his shirt a little, causing it to inch up his legs, show off his underwear. 

"Tell someone how naughty you've both been. Making me suck you off… On my first day on set. I'm just trying to realise my dream and you two…" He sniffled, eyebrows downturned. "Took advantage of me."

Sicheng was a great actor. His eyes were brimming with tears already. He could turn on the waterworks no problem. 

"Even if it turned me on." His expression changed back to sly and sultry. Oh, he was good. "You're both so fucking pathetic, so desperate for me and my pretty little feet..."

He rolled the ankle Yuta was holding, showing off his pumps. Kun wished he would ditch them. 

But then maybe he would do something stupid, just for another chance to taste. 

"Because I'd rather not, I'd rather we all had fun here." Sicheng's smile was wicked. Fun? Was this really his idea of fun? "And I do want fucked really badly."

He moaned as Yuta's tongue lapped at his ankle. 

"But if you wanna put your cock in me, you're gonna have to work for it. Both of you."

"Kun?"

Kun shook his head as Hendery addressed him. 

Even he wasn't that desperate. 

"You're gonna have to prove yourselves to me. Cause…" Sicheng laughed. "You both came embarrassingly quick before. You should have seen them, baby."

"I'd say I can't blame them, but I always make sure to hold out for you."

Kun twisted his nose. He didn't like this guy. 

"So, are you gonna do what he asks? Or are you going to sit there and watch while I show you how to really fuck someone. Guess they might learn something."

Sicheng hummed, hips rising off the sofa a little as Yuta's fingers ghosted over his cock. 

"They'll probably not know what to do with me."

"You'll only end up disappointed, baby."

Sicheng sighed. That was probably true. Look at the state of them. 

But he still wanted to play with them. Humiliate them. Make them feel little and stupid. They deserved it. 

And it was fun. 

"Well?"

"Kun, come on." Hendery's voice was low, almost as if he didn't want the two of them to hear. "It's just a kiss."

Kun had his eyes trained on Sicheng's foot still, the one Yuta had held up to his lips. Was he really going to degrade himself like this for some feet? 

Some feet he was literally obsessed with. That he dreamed about night after night. That he desperately wanted back on his dick. Or in his mouth.

After all the money he had given Sicheng for just a glimpse of them, what was a kiss for the chance to fuck him? 

So, he turned to Hendery, who was looking back at him with big, hopeful eyes. He really wanted to do this, didn't he? Do whatever the fuck Sicheng wanted. 

The idea made Kun's tummy turn. In a good way. It made him giddy.

He liked… Being told what to do by a gorgeous pair of feet in heels. He had just never done that in front of his co-worker before. 

But… This was Winwin.

He had the chance to fuck Winwin.

Sicheng's lips grew into a wide grin as Kun slipped his tongue in Hendery's mouth. Perfect. He knew he would be able to get these two to do whatever the fuck he wanted. 

Now he just wanted to see how far he could take it. 

"That's more like it."

Sicheng liked getting his own way.

And Yuta liked a show. It was one of the reasons he had no qualms about his boyfriend being a sex worker in the past. He filmed most of Sicheng's content. His cock was the cock in all of those videos he sent to men around the world.

He loved watching Sicheng do what he did best. Sitting back and taking it all in. He was stunning. 

And he liked watching him take control of these two deplorable little photographers who tried to fuck him over. 

Because Sicheng didn't take shit from anyone. It was one of his most attractive qualities. 

"What do you think?"

Yuta slipped Sicheng's shoe off so he could continue kissing up and down his foot. It caught Kun and Hendery's attention immediately. 

"Don't you dare stop."

Sicheng giggled as the two of them jumped, lips locking once more. They would be cute if he didn't find them so revolting. 

"Not bad." He shrugged. "But I'm getting bored. Why don't you spice things up for me?"

"Spice thi—"

Kun didn't even have a chance to ask what Sicheng meant by that before Hendery pulled back to rip off his shirt. 

Oh. 

Okay. 

He was fitter than Kun expected, considering he only ever wore baggy shirts. But… This was still fucking weird. 

"Kun, touch me."

Kun shook his head. No. He wasn't going to do that. 

"Do it, Kun." Sicheng was looking at him dead in the eye, with an intensity he had never seen before. It made him shrink in on himself a little. "Fucking touch him."

Sicheng knew Hendery would cave quicker than Kun would. He didn't hesitate for a second when Sicheng offered himself up in exchange for his silence. He was eager. Probably hadn't had sex in months. He reeked of desperation. 

Kun, on the other hand, seemed a little more composed. 

But Sicheng was sure he could break him. 

"Look how good he's being. So obedient." Sicheng cooed, knowing the praise would make Kun jealous. "Maybe I'll just let him fuck me. Get Yuta to hold you back so you can't even touch yourself."

"Okay!" Hendery's eyes lit up. He definitely liked the sound of that. "I'll fuck you so good."

It made Sicheng laugh, from the very pit of his stomach. Oh this was fucking gold. 

"That's the most pitiful thing I've ever seen." Yuta snorted. "He really thinks he has a chance."

"Aw, leave him alone, baby." Sicheng pulled his foot back just a little, so his toes could dance across Yuta's cheek. He knew it would draw full attention back to him. "He might actually be able to make me cum."

The statement was followed by a snigger from the both of them. Kun saw the way Hendery's face heated up. 

"But Kun isn't even going to get the chance to try, at this rate. Not unless he does as he's told."

A big part of Kun wanted to remain defiant. To stick to his guns and not be pressured into messing about with his assistant, but… He was weak. Really fucking weak. 

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and even though he had a feeling this was all just a big joke to Sicheng, and neither of them would get the chance to even touch him, nevermind fuck him… 

He was willing to risk it. 

Even if this was mortifyingly embarrassing and would change his and Hendery's working relationship for the rest of their lives. 

So he leaned back in. He grabbed Hendery's waist and took control. Even if Sicheng was calling the shots here, he wanted to be next in the food chain. There was no way he would be letting Hendery get his oar in too.

"That's better." Sicheng melted into the sofa, now he was getting what he wanted. He let himself relax and enjoy the show. Let himself give in to the sensation of Yuta sucking his toes into his mouth. 

He felt like a fucking queen, ruling over his kingdom. Everyone around him dancing to the beat of his drum. Just how he liked it.

Even Kun seemed to be getting into it. He had Hendery pinned to the floor, on top of him, kissing up and down his neck and torso, and Hendery was moaning. He sounded good. Just like when Sicheng was rubbing against his cock. He was probably going to cum again in no time. No stamina whatsoever. 

"He's probably gonna cum in his pants again." Sicheng snorted, forcing Yuta to open his eyes and watch. "Fucking loser. Wouldn't last two seconds inside of me."

Hendery made a whining noise against Kun's lips, as if he wanted to object but he couldn't.

"Look at the state of him, squirming under his boss."

"Bet that's how he got the job in the first place."

"Oh, please." Sicheng rolled his eyes. "You're giving him too much credit. There's no way he's a good fuck."

Hendery bucked his hips up, making Kun moan. He was hard again already. And he wanted to prove himself to Sicheng, even if he was totally getting off on the degradation. Sicheng thought he was no better than the shit on the bottom of his stilettos. 

And fuck, did that turn him on. 

Winwin wasn't the only OnlyFans star Hendery was obsessed with. 

His name was Xiaojun and Hendery paid him stupid amounts to be called every name under the sun by him. To laugh at his cock. Watch him fuck someone, all the time telling Hendery how he couldn't even dream of making him feel this good. How he'd never find anyone to stick his cock in anyone because he was too busy paying men online to touch themselves. 

And he fucking loved it. 

Now he had Winwin, right here, doing the exact same. All while Hendery got to watch someone suck on his pretty toes, and he had Kun on top of him. Kun who he had never been particularly attracted to, but… Xiaojun was right. It had been forever since he had anyone else's hands on him. He was too busy jacking it at home over videos he had paid for. 

It was no wonder he came in minutes after just a little foot play. 

But he could last longer. 

And he was going to fuck Sicheng. 

He just had to make sure they put on a good show, right? That's what Sicheng wanted. 

So he bucked his hips again, trying to spur Kun on, make him kiss him harder, rougher. He tugged at his t-shirt, wanting it off. Wanting to feel him properly. 

He wanted to really get into it, make sure Sicheng was enjoying himself. Hopefully he'd end up coming to join them. 

"He's acting like a little slut though."

Hendery moaned harder at the insult. 

"So he is…"

He tried to turn his head and look at Sicheng, he wanted to read the expression on his face, but Kun wouldn't let him. Wouldn't let him pull away from his lips even for a second. It made him curse into his mouth. 

This was beyond surreal but he didn't care. Didn't care that he was getting hot and heavy with his boss. In their studio. While people watched on. 

He was enjoying himself. More than he had in a long time. 

"How far do you think they'll go?"

Hendery's ears twitched as he heard Sicheng hum. What else was he planning for them? Did he care? Not really. He was past the point now. Why bother stopping? 

"All the way, I hope."

That's when Kun pulled away. 

It made Hendery whimper. He felt… Cold. Alone. 

"What?"

Kun's voice was harsh. They didn't actually expect them to… 

"What?"

Sicheng parroted, head cocked. 

"You fucking owe me. After what you both did…" He sprawled out on the sofa a little more, showing off. Enticing them in. "It's the least I deserve. Watching you two go at it."

Kun looked at him in disbelief. 

This was going too far. Surely.  

He couldn't actually expect them to… 

"Kun."

Hendery's voice was different. Higher. Whinier than he had ever heard. 

Was he… Considering this? 

"Fuck me."

Kun wasn't sure if it was possible for him to get any redder, but… It sure felt like it did as he looked down at his assistant. Who was under him. Sprawled out on the floor. Chest rising and falling harshly. Just as flushed as he was. 

He had never seen Hendery like this before, obviously. Had never even imagined it, but… 

He looked good. And he was hard. 

Really hard. 

He couldn't, though. 

Could he? 

"You heard him." Sicheng laughed, clearly amused by the situation. "He wants you, Mr. Photographer." 

Kun's hands ran over Hendery's stomach, then a little lower until he… He was palming him. Through his already ruined sweats. He could almost feel the heat radiating from him. The pure want. 

Fucking him had never crossed his mind, but now they were here… In this situation… 

He hooked his fingers in Hendery's sweatpants and tugged them down. 

Fuck it. No going back now. 

Hendery gasped underneath him. He hadn't bothered wearing any underwear today… That's how he had made such a mess and… Now he was fully exposed. In front of Sicheng. And Yuta. And Kun.

And it made them laugh. Yuta and Sicheng, that was… They were watching in and laughing at him. 

"Look how hard he is. How long have you wanted to be fucked by your boss?"

"He can get it up quick, at least he has that going for him."

"Yeah, not much else, though."

Hendery knew he was bright red. Everyone was staring at his dick, and… Maybe it wasn't much to look at, but it wouldn't stop dribbling. He came a lot. And the humiliation just made his cock leak even more. 

"At least you know who has the bigger dick now, Kun. Might as well get it back out."

Kun hated that Sicheng was calling all of the shots here. 

Or, at least he thought he did. A part of him was enjoying it. Letting go and being told what to do… He was usually the one making requests, even if it was for money. 

But now he really wanted to fuck Hendery. The sexual energy in the room was too much to ignore. 

So he did get his cock out. But it wasn't because Sicheng wanted him to. 

It was because he wanted to stick it in his assistant. 

"Oh my god." Hendery whispered under his breath. His heart was beating so fast in his chest as he tried to wriggle out of his pants completely. Kun ended up having to help him, tossing them to the side so he was laid completely naked on the rug. 

"Scrawny." Yuta twisted his nose clearly unimpressed. They had both picked up on Hendery getting off on the humiliation. It only made them want to do it more. 

Hopefully they'd get Kun to fold too. 

"Fuck me."

"He's so desperate." Sicheng pushed himself up a little, as if he wanted to get a better view. "Wants it so bad. Is he already plugged or something? Does he come into work streched out in the hope you'll fuck him?"

"He probably fingers himself in the bathroom on breaks. Can't blame him, being surrounded by hot models like you."

Sicheng giggled, leaning in to give Yuta a kiss, to shuffle into his lap. 

They made Kun's stomach turn. 

But… They had a point. If Hendery didn't actually do any of that, then… 

"I don't exactly keep bottles of lube lying around here."

Sicheng pulled away, looking down on Kun as if he was offended he had dared to interrupt their makeout session. 

"Don't worry."

Sicheng grinned as Yuta pulled one out of his jacket pocket. Handy. 

"He was probably planning on fucking me in his car, weren't you, baby?"

"Yeah." Yuta tossed the bottle at the two of them, purposely aiming to hit Hendery with it. "As a congratulations on your first big shoot. But this is much more fun."

"Get on with it."

Sicheng cupped Yuta's face, re-claiming his lips. 

He felt so powerful. He had his hot boyfriend ganging up on these fucking simps with him. Getting their own back. Making them pay. Completely and utterly embarrassing them in their place of work. 

And they were getting a free show out of it too. 

He could hear Hendery moaning as Kun worked him open. 

It was turning him on so fucking much. 

Calling the shots always did. 

"Just put it in."

Sicheng pulled away, allowing Yuta to latch onto his neck so he could sit back and enjoy. He had crawled into his lap, hand arms wrapped around him and a hard on straining against his ass.  

Every one of these men were at his mercy and he loved it. 

"Greedy little bitch." He sniggered, head tilted back so Yuta could sink his teeth in. "Can't even wait til you've stretched him out properly. Do it. Fuck him."

But Kun didn't pay any attention. He was going to do this properly. Make sure he didn't hurt Hendery. 

"I said fuck him." But Sicheng was getting impatient. And he wasn't the only one. Hendery was begging. Whispering his name over and over. He wanted it so fucking bad. 

"Show me what you can do with that cock. Let me see if you can last."

Sicheng pulled the hem of his t-shirt right up, revealing how hard he was to the two of them. Yuta claimed it almost instantly, grabbing Sicheng's bulge so he cried out. 

It was music to their ears. Exactly what they needed to get this show on the road. 

"I want it in me too."

That was all Kun needed. That light at the end of the tunnel. 

If he fucked Hendery then he might… Get to fuck Sicheng too. 

So he pulled out his fingers and slicked his cock up, eyes fixated on Sicheng the whole time. He looked so fucking good with Yuta touching him. Imagine how much he would have made if he showed his face. 

He was really going to fuck someone just for a chance with this guy — who actually had turned out to be kind of an asshole — because he had such pretty feet, wasn't he? 

Yeah. 

He absolutely was. 

"Kun!"

Hendery's back arched off the rug as Kun finally pushed in. 

Fuck. 

It had been far too fucking long. He forgot how much it ached, especially after only two fingers, but he loved it. The burn. The sensation of being filled. 

He didn't even care who it was. Who was watching. Or listening. He just wanted fucked. 

"Oh, he's louder than I thought he would be."

"Fucking pathetic." Yuta growled into Sicheng's neck, hands all over his body. If Hendery had the ability to bite back he would, he wasn't the only desperate one in the room. "He's gonna cum in seconds."

"Maybe we should put on a bet. How many strokes it takes."

Sicheng's shrill laugh made him tingle all over. Made him only want to submit to Kun even more. 

Part of him did want to cum. Want to live up to expectations and spunk his useless cock all over himself. He wanted to give Sicheng something else to berate him for. 

But he also wanted to prove a point.

And for Kun to keep fucking him. 

"Dont, you'll stroke Kun's ego." Yuta stared him down from his place buried in Sicheng's neck. "Make him think he's better than he is."

Sicheng scoffed. Every time Yuta spoke up his hips would snap into Hendery harder. It was hot. He liked when boys tried to prove themselves to him. They almost never lived up to his expectations and he liked shooting them down. 

"Oh, I bet anyone could make him cum. It's been so long since he'd been touched by anything other than his own hand."

Sicheng took the sight of the two of them in. Fucking all because he told them to. 

Disgusting, honestly. 

"Put your fingers in me." He whispered into Yuta's ear. 

Disgusting, but he wanted them. 

"Stretch me out, baby. I know you always have a spare bottle."

Yuta pulled his boxers off with one hand, flinging them in the direction of Hendery and Kun. Throwing them a bone. 

Kun grabbed them, looking Sicheng dead in the eye as he raised them to his nose and inhaled. Deeply. It made Sicheng moan even deeper. 

"Disgusting." He bit down on his lip as he finally said the word that had been swimming around his head aloud. "You two make me sick."

Kun threw the boxers down at Hendery, who scrambled to do the same, burying his face in Sicheng's underwear. That was fucking heaven. Why didn't he sell these things along with his socks and stockings? Oh god, he would have snapped them up in an instant. 

He took the chance, while Hendery was distracted, to kick things up a notch. To grab his thighs and push them as close to his chest as he could, fully exposing him. 

Fuck. 

Watching his cock disappear into his assistant's ass was not something he ever expected to be turned on by, but… Sicheng might be making fun of him for cunning too soon too. 

Kun was usually the type to knock one out and be fine with it. A second round was… Tempting fate. He had let himself go completely when Sicheng gave him a footjob, and now… 

Now he wanted so much more. Yuta was stretching Sicheng out for their cocks. 

He had to have him. Had to make Hendery cum so he got him first. 

Was that selfish? Absolutely, but at least Hendery was getting something out of it. 

So, he rocked into him harder, he went for it. 

"Oh my god!" Hendery's fingers clawed at the rug underneath him, the new angle had Kun's cock brushing against his prostate. Fuck. "More. Faster."

He didn't care if he came anymore. He wanted to cum. Kun was fucking him so good and Sicheng was going to make fun of him regardless. 

He just wanted to fucking cum again. 

"You think he's faking it?"

"Who knows?" Sicheng's voice was breathy. He was in heaven with Yuta's fingers moving inside of him. "Maybe the sleazy photographer has game."

Kun fucked into Hendery harder. Sleazy photographer? He'd show him. He was going to make him cum so hard. Show Sicheng exactly what he was about. 

Faking it? 

Look at him. 

Hendery was loving every second of Kun's cock pounding into him. His back arching off the floor, jaw slack as he moaned over and over. Knees bent up to his chest, feet dangling in front of Kun's face. They… Looked kind of good, actually. 

What if…

Hendery let out a cry of pleasure as Kun sucked a big toe into his mouth. 

Fuck. 

He wasn't really into feet in that way, he would rather be the one doing the sucking, but… In the heat of the moment it felt good. And he knew Kun got off on it. 

"God, they really are disgusting." Sicheng was looking at them in pure horror. Of course they had a thing for his feet, they were flawless. Pretty and soft and delicate. But Hendery? Ew. 

"That's how desperate they are for you, baby." Yuta pushed Sicheng's own leg up against his chest so he could press a kiss to his instep. Just as well he was flexible. "He can't have you so he's sucking on those crusty things instead."

Sicheng moaned at the thought. He liked being wanted. 

So much that he didn't like the idea of Kun wanting anything else. 

He pressed a deep kiss to Yuta's lip, urging him to pull out so he could stand up and slip his heels back on. 

He was getting bored of these two. They were enjoying each other too much. 

"Get that out of your mouth." Sicheng grabbed a handful of Kun's hair and yanked it back. "Filthy boy."

Kun wanted to bite back, to say something, but whenever Sicheng was this close, was touching him? He completely lost the ability to speak. 

Didn't help that his dick was right in front of his face, hard and poking through the thin material of his t-shirt. 

"I'm impressed. Neither of you have cum yet."

Hendery cried out as Sicheng tapped his cock with the tip of his shoe. He was so fucking hard. So fucking ready to explode. 

"Does that mean he's a shit fuck?"

Hendery shook his head. It didn't. It really didn't. 

"J-Just wanted to hold on,.. For you."

Sicheng snorted, stepping down a little harder. 

"It's cute that you ever thought I'd let you put this thing in me." Hendery writhed on the rug as Sicheng rolled his cock under his red soles. Fuck that hurt. But it felt so good. "Look at this pathetic little nub. Would barely even be able to feel it after Yuta's fingers."

"Si— Please! Sicheng—"

"What's wrong? You gonna cum?"

"C-Close."

Sicheng tutted. 

"You might as well." He applied more pressure, squishing Hendery's neglected dick down against his pubic area. "It's no use to me."

Hendery couldn't take much more. Kun had stopped moving inside of him, but he still felt so full. Now Sicheng was stepping on his cock in those patent black stilettos. How long had this been a fantasy of his? 

He didn't care if he didn't get to fuck him. 

This was more than enough. 

So, he came. With a strangled whine in the back of his throat he came under Sicheng's pump. All over himself. 

"Oh. Wow."

Sicheng almost sounded impressed, if he hadn't laughed under his breath between the two sounds. 

Hendery came a lot. His entire torso was covered in strings of thick, white semen. 

"It's a shame you couldn't hold on." Sicheng kicked off one of his shoes so he could trail his toes through the mess on Hendery's stomach. "I love being pumped full of cum."

Hendery opened his mouth in anticipation, and Sicheng granted him his wish, dipping his toes between his lips, letting him lap them clean. 

He could honestly cum again if he wasn't so spent. 

He had wanted this for so long, to suck on Sicheng's pretty toes. All those hours he had spent watching other people do it, paying for videos of them wiggling just for him. 

It was finally happening. 

He cupped his heel, keeping him steady so he could fuck harder. The little whimpers coming from Sicheng's lips were divine. Was he enjoying it just as much as Hendery was? Probably not, but he revelled in the fact he could supply him just a small amount of pleasure in lieu of his stupid little dick being able to do it. 

He could die happily.

And he almost did when Sicheng pushed his toes further into his mouth, laughing wickedly as the sudden pressure against his tongue caused him to gag. 

Even if he didn't get him off with his mouth or cock… Hendery was sure Sicheng was getting off on humiliating him. 

"You know, if you didn't repulse me so much, I'd almost find you cute."

Sicheng withdrew his foot from Hendery's mouth and laid it flat across his sternum, using him as a stepping stone so he could kick off his other heel. It knocked the air out of Hendery for a second, but then it made him want more. 

"Walk all over me."

Sicheng smiled down at him. He could have a lot of fun with this one… But tough luck. He'd had his opportunity to impress. 

"Haven't I been doing that all night?"

Hendery tried to regulate his breathing as both of Sicheng's feet pressed against his chest. He felt like he was being crushed. But he liked it. 

He really fucking liked it. 

Feeling the bare skin of his soles pushing down on him. Sicheng looking at him like he was nothing. Kun still buried deep inside of him just… Watching. 

"Fucking weirdo."

Hendery flinched as Sicheng spat on him, lungs gasping for air as he finally stepped down. 

Holy fuck. 

He wanted Sicheng to abuse him… To keep abusing him.

"You. Pull out. Let's see what you've got." 

But before he knew it, Sicheng had completely forgotten about him, and Kun was gone too. 

He was just laid there covered in his own cum and someone else's spit… With Yuta smirking at him across the room. 

He was in fucking heaven. 

"How long have you been dreaming about this?" Sicheng dropped to his hands and knees, parading himself around like a cat trying to find a comfortable spot on the rug, making sure Kun could see every angle of his gaping hole. "How many times have you gotten off thinking about fucking me instead of going out and getting laid?"

"A lot." Kun wasn't even going to lie, what was the point? Sicheng had him sussed. He was obsessed with this man and he knew it. 

"So stupid." Sicheng snorted, wiggling his ass a little to entice Kun in. "Well, now's your chance. Fuck me."

Kun just stared. Sicheng's hole was right there, all stretched out and glossy with lube. Waiting for him. For his cock. 

It was like a dream come true, but… So much pressure. What if he really was shit in bed? What if Hendery was faking it? What if he couldn't make Sicheng cum and—

"Will you hurry up?" Sicheng looked back at him over his shoulder. He was offering himself up on a plate here. Kun should consider himself lucky. "Or I'll go fuck my boyfriend in the car and leave you here with blue balls."

Kun scrambled up. He couldn't miss this opportunity. He had to stick his dick in Sicheng

"Don't you dare cum inside me."

Kun froze, cock pressing against Sicheng's entrance. 

"But you just said—"

"I don't care what I said. As if I'd let you." Sicheng snorted. Gross. "Only Yuta gets to cum inside me. isn't that right, baby?"

"Yeah. He's still mine."

Kun grunted. He was going to show Yuta exactly whose Sicheng was. Because he was going to be the one fucking him. Making him scream. When all Yuta could do was sit there and watch. 

"I'll be making you cum first, anyway."

Sicheng's back dipped as Kun pushed in. It was a little dry, but it only meant he could feel every fucking inch. 

Perfect. 

"Is that a promise?"

"Yeah." Kun punctuated it with a snap of his hips, fucking deeper and deeper into Sicheng. He was so tight. So warm. Everything he had ever dreamed of. 

God, this was really happening. 

"You feel so good."

"I know." Sicheng smirked at him over his shoulder, pushing back so he could swallow up as much of Kun's cock as he could. "Shame you don't."

Kun's face fell.

"He must have been faking it, after all."

"Looks like it." 

Oh, Yuta was loving every minute of this. These two were nothing compared to him and he knew it. He revelled in it. 

It made him hard. 

Kun swallowed as he unzipped his jeans so he could pull his cock out. So that's what he was competing with. Was it pierced? That must be new. For fucks sake. 

He grabbed Sicheng's hips and slammed into him. Hard. Fast. Messy. Was this what he wanted? 

"Oh my god." Sicheng laughed, lowering himself onto his elbows so he could dip his back. "Is he the first guy you've ever fucked? Is that why you can't even find my prostate?"

Kun bit down on his bottom lip. Sicheng was trying to rile him up, and he knew that, but… He couldn't help but lean into it. Couldn't help but fall into his trap, because it was turning him on. The tone of Sicheng's voice when he spoke down to him, degraded him. 

It was so fucking sexy. 

"Am I gonna have to tug myself off?" Sicheng spread his legs a little more so the tip of his cock brushed up against the rug. He moaned like it was the best feeling in the world. Like something so subtle and inanimate was a million times better than Kun. "Fuck me properly. I thought you wanted me."

"I do, I-I am."

Sicheng's jaw dropped as Kun changed the angle, as he picked up at steady rhythm. 

It wasn't terrible, honestly. He just liked to mess with people. Liked to treat them like shit so he had them well and truly under the thumb. 

But he would never let Kun know that. Never give him the satisfaction. 

"Harder! Put that cock to use and fuck me!"

He would keep goading him until he couldn't control himself. Until he went all out, was begging for him to cum, promising him the world. 

Sicheng wanted to break him. 

Then maybe if he was lucky he would spare him a moan or two. 

"Fuck m—"

But then something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. 

"Are you hard again?"

Hendery was lying on the rug, propped up on his elbows so he could watch. Fully erect. 

That was actually pretty impressive. 

"Kun, stop."

Kun's hips came to a stand still. 

"Let's see if he can make me cum instead. Since you're doing such a shitty job."

Sicheng crawled over to Hendery, taking his cock in his hand and making him hiss. He was so fucking sensitive. He wanted Sicheng to step on him again. 

"I guess it's not all about size, huh? Kun's fat and he's barely even made me moan."

Sicheng straddled Hendery's hips, lining himself up. 

"Maybe you can fuck me better."

Hendery's hips jolted off the rug as Sicheng sank down, forcing his cock up into him. Holy shit. 

"Oh! Just like that."

Hendery swallowed. That was completely involuntary. 

But… He wanted more. 

"Fuck me."

He dug his fingers into the rug and bucked up again. And again. 

He was fucking Winwin. 

And it felt so good, even if his cock was aching from having cum twice already. He knew he wasn't going to last, but he didn't want to waste a second. 

"Having fun, baby?"

Sicheng giggled, bouncing a little as he looked across at his boyfriend. 

He pulled his t-shirt up, putting on a show as he peeled it off, the garment hitting Kun in the face as he threw it over his shoulder. 

"It's okay." He shrugged, hands running across his chest, attention solely on Yuta. He loved watching Sicheng with other men. Loved comparing them to him. "He's trying."

Yuta smirked as Hendery tried to pick up the pace of his hips and really fuck into Sicheng, as Kun crawled up behind him, pressing up against his back, feeling left out… 

They were both so fucking pathetic. So desperate to impress, but Yuta knew Sicheng. Knew how much he liked to mess with people. Make them feel lower than dirt. 

"He's probably never stuck his cock in anyone before, babe. Doesn't know what to do with it."

Sicheng hummed as Kun wrapped his arms around him from behind. 

"Sure feels like it. Are you just a sloppy bottom, huh? Used to lying there and taking it?"

"N-No!" He wasn't. He was versatile and… Well, maybe he just hadn't had much practice lately but he could fuck properly. He was good in bed. "I'm gonna make you cum."

"Yeah right." Sicheng tipped his head back over Kun's shoulder as he kissed up his neck. "The two of you are fucking useless. I expected you both to ravage me, since you're so obsessed."

"I will." Kun moaned into his neck, hard cock rubbing against the small of Sicheng's beck, reminding him he wasn't finished. "I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

Sicheng's lips grew into a wicked grin. He wanted them to fight over him. To pit them against one another. 

So he lifted up so Hendery slipped out of him. It made him whimper, had him grabbing at Sicheng's thigh to try and lower him back down into his cock. 

"You had your chance, sweetie. Wasn't good enough."

He pushed his hips back, angling his hole towards Kun. He was absolutely staying on top of Hendery while someone else fucked him. He hoped that would piss him off. 

Hendery was a lot easier to mess with than Kun, that's why when he pushed in he let out the most dramatic moan he could, making sure his face read pure ecstasy. He wanted Hendery to feel like absolute shit. 

"Fuck me properly, Kun. I've been here so long and neither of you have been able to make me lose it."

"You should just come sit on this, baby." Yuta had pushed his pants right down, so they were straining against his thick thighs. His hard, pierced cock standing proud, head glistening. It made Sicheng's mouth water. 

"I might have to. These two don't even come close to y— Oh!."

Kun snapped his hips into Sicheng. Hard. 

Yuta relaxed further into the sofa at the sight, stroking his cock lazily. Sicheng deserved to be fucked hard. Deserved to cum. He hoped these two would step it up and give him what he wanted. 

Even if he wanted him too. 

He always had him, though. That's what he would remind himself whenever Sicheng found a new plaything. They were just there for fun. To be used and tossed away. 

Yuta belonged to him. 

And he loved watching his boyfriend take all sorts of cock. Watching his pretty little face contort with pleasure from afar. Listen to him moan someone else's name. 

Because Sicheng was made to be adored. Whether that was on screen for a mass following of paying customers, or in a more intimate setting when he found someone he felt like humiliating. Sicheng deserved to have all eyes on him. 

"Harder, Kun! Fuck me properly! Make me scream!"

He deserved to be the centre of attention. 

To be fucked over and over. 

Yuta watched on as he kept switching between the two of them. 

"Not good enough. You try."

"You're never gonna make me cum."

"You're both so fucking useless, why do you even have cocks if you don't know how to use them?"

"I haven't had sex this bad since high school."

"I doubt you could even satisfy me if you were both in me at once."

Sicheng had the two of them wrapped around his little finger. They couldn't stop, they were desperate to prove themselves, no matter how badly he treated him. Or how many insults he threw their way. 

They couldn't get enough. 

They wanted Sicheng to tear them apart. 

"Baby?"

Sicheng turned his head. He was laid back on the rug, Kun's cock buried deep inside of him, Hendery licking up and down his chest. 

He looked perfect. 

Everything they did was for him. 

But Yuta knew he was holding out.  

He knew because if anyone was in control of Sicheng cumning, it was him. 

And Yuta wanted to watch him lose it. 

"You look good."

Sicheng smiled. The first genuine smile of the night. He wasn't playing when it came to Yuta, so he got the real deal. No smirks. No cackles. Just pure bliss. 

"Don't you want your cock sucked?"

Sicheng pushed Hendery's head down. He knew exactly what that meant. It was time to wrap it up. To stop playing with his new toys and go back where he belonged. Back to Yuta's arms. 

"Maybe they'll finally be able to get me off this way." 

Sicheng's back arched off the ground as Hendery's lips wrapped around his cock. That was more like it. 

"Fuck me Kun, make me lose it."

He had been waiting so long. Had been playing with his toys and putting on a show for his boyfriend, but now he wanted to cum so bad. Now he had the go ahead he needed to cum. 

They had better be able to pull this off. 

"Fuck me you pathetic creep!"

Sicheng lifted his leg so he could throw it over Kun's shoulder, so he could really fuck him deep. He kicked him in the face in the process, knowing that would get to him. He liked being roughed up a little. 

And he certainly liked having Sicheng's feet so close. 

He cried out as something seemed to snap inside of Kun, as he wrapped his fingers around Sicheng's ankle and rutted into him. They were so fucking pretty. These toes that had made him cum in the matter of minutes. He needed them in his mouth. 

Sicheng moaned as Kun brought his foot up to his face, nose pressed to his sole as he inhaled deeply. He really was disgusting, but Sicheng wanted it just as bad. 

"Open up."

He wanted his toes sucked. He knew it was the thing people loved most about him. And Sicheng fucking loved to be adored. He loved being worshipped. And these two absolutely worshipped him. 

Hendery had his dick down his throat, his head game wasn't bad, actually. Just a pathetic little soy boy bitch whose cock was no good. Kun was fucking into him with purpose, and now Sicheng was fully letting himself get into it, he was tingling all over. And Yuta was watching with so much intent. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Couldn't stop stroking his cock. 

The entire world was revolving around Sicheng. Just like it was meant to. 

They were all here for him. 

"Fucking make me cum. I'm close."

He let out a throat grown as Kun's lips wrapped around his big toe. 

Heaven. 

He was on top of the fucking world. Everything was about him. No one else. He was the main character and everyone here was well and truly under his spell. 

He fucking loved it. 

"God, that's so good." He let his arms fall up above his head on the rug, fully giving into the pleasure. "You're both finally doing something right."

Kun moaned as he made sure to give every single toe a little attention, sucking them into his mouth one by one, tongue swirling around the digits, teeth grazing against the softest skin. 

This was everything he ever wanted. Everything he had been dreaming about for so long. He had the prettiest feet in the world at his fingertips and he didn't want to let them go. 

But he was so fucking ready to cum too. 

This was enough to tip him over the edge. Sicheng's gorgeous feet in his mouth… He was going to lose it if he wasn't careful. 

But he had to make Sicheng cum. After all of this, he had to. 

Didn't he? 

Or did he want one last dose or humiliation? 

There was no way this would ever happen again. Sicheng wouldn't ever want to work with the two of them, so… Why not play into the idea that he was a terrible fuck that would never be able to pleasure him properly? That he was just some pathetic loser that had been funding his lifestyle and dreaming of this moment but could never live up to the fantasy. 

It turned him on. 

Everything about Sicheng turned him on. The way he spoke down to him. The lack of expectation. How tight he was around Kun's cock. These fucking feet in his mouth. 

Why not just... Cum? 

Did it matter if Sicheng did? 

What did he really have to prove? 

And how much longer could he realistically hold on? When he could feel drops of saliva running down his neck from sucking on Sicheng's perfect toes. 

"I'm gonna cum."

He had gotten what he wanted; up close and personal with Sicheng's feet. He'd had them one his cock and now he was lapping away at his toes. 

He could leave happy. 

"Not before I have." Sicheng threw him a glare. "Don't you dare."

But Kun could only shake his head. He couldn't do it. He couldn't hold out. He couldn't give Sicheng what he wanted. 

"Can't." He licked over the ball of Sicheng's foot, making sure to savour the taste because he was sure it was going to be his last. "Too pathetic. Just like— Just like you s—"

Kun pulled out just in time, his cock spurting all over the back of Hendery's head. He shoved Sicheng's foot back in his mouth to muffle his moans. 

Fuck. 

Nothing quite amplified his orgasm like toes wiggling away between his lips. Even if Sicheng was trying to pull away. 

"What the fuck?"

Sicheng finally regained control of his ankle, ripping it from Kun's hold and kicking him square in the chest. It only made his cock spurt more. 

For fucks sake. 

"You couldn't even hold on a little longer? Bet you've never made anyone cum in your life. Get off me." Sicheng pulled at Hendery's hair until he let go of his cock with a wet pop. He didn't want to be anywhere near either of them. 

"What did I do?" Hendery whined. He had been enjoying himself. He could taste Sicheng's precum, could tell he was close. "Let me finish you o—"

"Absolutely not." 

Oh, he was pissed. 

No one got away with stealing his thunder. 

"Look at the state of you both." He snarled. 

Kun was sat back on the rug, hands behind him to stop himself collapsing completely, chest rising and falling harshly as he came down from his orgasm. 

And Hendery was on his knees, lips wet and cock hard and dribbling between his legs. 

They made him feel sick. 

"I've never seen two more pathetic excuses for men. No wonder you both have to pay for it. Have you ever actually pleasured anyone, huh? Have you ever heard anyone scream your names apart from through a speaker?"

Sicheng could feel passion bubbling inside of him. A mixture of anger and lust. The looks on both of their faces as he berated them only turned him on more. 

"Stupid little whores couldn't even get me off once. And look at you. That useless limp cock. He couldn't even suck me off and he's covered in—"

Sicheng gaped as Hendery came. 

Again. 

Without even being touched. 

Just... Listening to him. The humiliation. The degradation. The smell of sex in the air and the fact he had a cock in his mouth his moments ago. He had been so close, had been trying his hardest not to rut down against the rug and concentrate on making Sicheng cum, but... 

It was all too much. 

Sicheng looked him up and down. 

He was bright red. 

So fucking ashamed of himself. 

Dripping in cum. His own. Kun's. 

"Filthy."

Hendery shuddered at the word. 

"I'm sorry."

"No you aren't. If you were, you'd stop cumming every time I so much as look at you. Dirty little slut. you know, sex doesn't really count if you only last a few seconds. Bet you're still a virgin, technically."

"Fuck, baby!"

The three of them turned their attention to Yuta as he moaned. He was fisting his cock, head tipped back against the sofa. 

"That mouth of yours. Let them have it."

"I can't wait to tell everyone about this. Even together they could barely make me moan." Sicheng turned back to them. He stretched his leg out, toes pointed so he could poke at Hendery's thigh, so he could dip back into the fresh pool of cum that had splattered there. "I bet you'd both get off on that, wouldn't you? Everyone knowing you're a shit lay. That neither of you could make me cum."

Kun was ready to protest — of course he didn't want that — but Sicheng distracted him, offering up his foot to clean off a glob of Hendery's spunk. 

He had to take it. 

"Please, don't." 

Instead Hendery was the one to speak up. 

"We'll keep your secret if you..."

"If I don't tell the world that you two can't last in bed? Seems fair."

Now Sicheng had something on them too. Perfect. 

They had played right into his hands. 

"And maybe we can help you out a little."

Sicheng stood up, leaving the two of them wishing he would come back. 

"Show you what real sex looks like."

Sicheng stalked over to his boyfriend, settling down in Yuta's lap so he could press a long kiss to his lips. 

But it didn't last long, within seconds he was on his back with his legs in the air and a giggle in his throat. 

"Do what they can't." Sicheng spread himself out, showing off. "Make me cum, baby."

Yuta wasted no time in sliding inside Sicheng and picking up a steady rhythm with his hips, legs thrown over his shoulders. 

And Sicheng went wild. 

He was moaning, gasping, swearing. His body gave in completely. Twisting on the sofa, begging for more. 

All Kun and Hendery could do was watch in awe. 

Was he amping it up for effect?

Had he been holding back with them? 

Or was Yuta just that good in bed? 

Probably a mixture of all three, but... God they were good together. 

It had to be Yuta that fucked him on camera. That mystery cock slamming into Winwin's hole, knees pulled up to his chest so the viewer could see the way he made his toes curl. 

No one else could pull those sounds out of him. 

"Oh god! Baby! Kiss me!"

Sicheng hooked his arms around the back of his knees, adopting the position he was so famous for. So his feet were right in Yuta's face. 

So his lips could come into contract with his soles. 

So he could worship him. 

Revere him like he was some sort of god. 

Because to Yuta, he was. 

And he knew Sicheng liked that feeling. He liked being the most important person in the world. 

He liked having someone kiss his feet like he was some sort of emperor. 

And Yuta liked that those pretty little toes belonged to him. Anyone Sicheng played with might get a little taste now and then, but they were his. 

Sicheng was his. 

And he fucked him with such purpose to make sure he would never forget that. 

"Yuta!"

The entire sofa was shaking, wooden legs scraping against concrete as Yuta pounded into him. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Sicheng crying his name over and over echoed around the empty studio. 

And Kun and Hendery couldn't tear their eyes away. 

They were getting a free show. A free live show. 

A lesson. 

This was how you fucked someone like Sicheng. 

"God, you feel so good baby. Wanna fill you up. Wanna cum in you so bad."

"Do it." Sicheng pulled his legs even closer to his chest, offering himself up. "Cum in me."

But Yuta wasn't going to make him wait any longer. He was a gentleman. And those two had messed him around for far too long. 

"You first." Sicheng let out a strangled scream and Yuta grabbed his poor neglected cock. It ached. It was so fucking sensitive after waiting so long. "Let me make you lose it baby, then I'll make you mine."

Two other cocks had had the privilege of being inside Sicheng tonight, but neither of them had what it took. He was going to be the one to make him cum. And he was going to be the one to fill him up. 

Sicheng was his, and he was going to make sure no one ever forgot that. 

"Cum."

Sicheng did just that. He gave in completely and let the sensation of Yuta's cock buried deep inside of him take over. 

He was in heaven. 

All eyes on him. 

The man he loved fucking him like he deserved. 

Two pathetic little losers watching on in awe. 

Perfect. 

He came with another loud cry of Yuta's name, vision sparkling as the orgasm washed over his entire body. 

As he clamped down around Yuta's cock. 

As he lay there and let his boyfriend use his hypersensitive little hole until he lost it himself and pumped him full of white hot cum. 

It made him shudder. Made him moan. 

No one else could fuck him like Yuta could. 

No one else could even come close. 

"Oh my god." Sicheng let his legs drop, knees finally getting some reprieve. He let his head lull to the side so he could look at Kun and Hendery. They both had their fingers wrapped around their cocks. For god's sake. Was beating off all these two did? "Now that is how you fuck someone."

"Let's go home."

Yuta leaned in so he could kiss Sicheng, not caring that he was going to end up with cum all over his shirt. It wouldn't be the first time. 

He wanted to prove a point. That these two might have gotten to touch him and suck on his toes but Sicheng was his. 

"I'll run you a nice long bath."

"And I'll suck you off to say thank you?" Sicheng giggled as Yuta kissed him again. 

"Leave these two creeps with their dicks in their hands." 

Yuta threw them a look. It made Kun curl in on himself, but... He liked it. Being looked down upon. Tonight had awoken something in him and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Nevermind the fact he had just been involved in some kind of orgy at his studio with his assistant. What the fuck were they going to do tomorrow? They had another shoot here in just a few hours. 

"Maybe they can practise on each other."

Sicheng laughed again as Yuta sat up and pulled out of him. He felt filthy, but he knew he looked good like this. Especially when Hendery made no attempt to stop jacking him off at the sight of Yuta re-dressing him. 

"Let me know if you two get any better at sex." Their breath hitched in tandem as Sicheng approached them again. His shirt was sticking to his skin, a layer of cum still on his chest. 

He stepped back into his heels, it made him look so much more above them. 

"Although, I have a feeling that won't happen."

Hendery swallowed as Sicheng kicked his hand away from his dick with his shoe. Before stepping on it. 

He moaned as he applied more pressure, squishing his poor half-hard cock into the rug. It had really been through it tonight. 

But Sicheng was right, he spent most evenings with it in his hand. It was used to being red-raw. 

"The only thing this shameful excuse of a cock is good for us being under my stilettos."

Hendery gasped as Sicheng let up. He wanted his beg for more but he couldn't quite get the words to come out. 

"And you..."

He took a few steps closer to Kun. He spread his legs without even needing to be asked. 

"You might be a famous photographer, but you're literally nothing else."

Kun let out a strangled cry as Sicheng pressed his cock down into the ground with his shoe. 

Finally. 

"If I ever find out you're taking pictures of models' feet without their consent again, I'll ruin you."

Sicheng's smile was sweet, but Kun knew he wasn't joking. 

Not when he twisted his foot on top of his cock, as if he was stubbing out a cigarette. 

"And up your dick game. You're shit in bed."

One last giggle and Sicheng took a step back, sneering down at the two of them for one last time. 

Truly pathetic. 

They really did make him sick. 

But, he guessed he had enjoyed himself nonetheless. 

Silly boys who worshipped the ground he walked on were always fun to play with.

"Let's go, baby!" He trotted off to Yuta who was waiting with his hand outstretched. "All of this humiliation has made me kinda hungry."

"McDonalds?"

"Twenty nuggets and we can fuck in the parking lot."