CH 10

God once said, you have to venture into the tiger’s den to get to the tiger’s cubs.

He also said, if there’s a first time, there will be a second time. If there’s a second time, there will be a third. But a straight man will not be bent no matter what.

If this happened a few days ago, a wimp like me would never have taken up the risk myself when faced with such a dangerous situation.

However, leveraging on the fact that I have one past experience already, or perhaps I have gotten numb from being taken advantage of, i was surprisingly feeling fearless.

He has already kissed me anyways. In the worst case, he’ll just do the same thing as last time. What’s there to be afraid of? If I really become bent later, then this one more time won’t make a difference.

With that, I stepped into the familiar VIP suite with my head held high fifteen minutes later, my hands behind my back.

He undid his tie and hung it on the coat rack, turning to me and asked, “Want to take a shower?”

Shower? What shower? Either drinking wine or taking a shower, why does he have so many schemes in mind? Can he not show his indecent plans so obviously?

I firmly shook my head, “No.”

“You were sweating all over. Don’t you feel dirty?”

If you fucking think it’s dirty, then don’t kiss me! Besides, I already showered in the afternoon. I’m clearer than you for sure!

Seeing my guarded and wary expression, the corner of his lips curved upwards. He didn’t say anything but poured me a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table before walking into the bathroom himself.

The lights came on in the bathroom and a few moments later, I could hear the sound of flowing water echoing out.

Tsk, taking a shower as soon as we got into the room. How much of a hurry is he in?

I sat on the couch and couldn’t help but start shaking my legs. Although I hate to admit it, but I did feel some sort of tension in this moment.

Anyone who has watched a TV drama would know that when two people came to the hotel alone, took a shower, then whatever happens next would be far from being decent.

Of course, whatever he did to me before wasn’t anything better. I thought I had gotten used to them but ah, I guess I really am too straight. I can’t get used to it still.

While my mind was clouded with all sorts of thoughts, I unknowingly finished the glass of water in my hand. And I felt like peeing very soon after due to anxiety.

This suite is extremely luxurious, yet there is still only one bathroom. I had to stand at the door, waiting anxiously. The second the door clicked open, I jumped right in.

And crashed into the person who was coming out.

I rubbed the corner of my forehead and looked down. This guy isn’t wearing any clothes!

Wow! Shameless!

Fully naked and dripping wet, he held me up by my back and leaned in to say something. But I pushed him away in hurry and went inside, shutting the door behind me. “I need to pee!”

The shower’s door was open, causing all the steam to spread into the bathroom too. The air wafted with the aroma of shower gel too. I only peed in there, yet when I passed by the mirror on my way out, my face was already flushed red.

I stood by the door for a while, dragging my feet before opening the door. When I went out, that guy was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, wearing just a watch with no clothes on. Great, this guy only wrapped himself up in a bath towel.

I was frozen in place, not because of his shameless behaviour but because of the tattoos that were visible on his body.

I didn’t have the time to notice it earlier because I was in a rush, but now that I can take a clearer look – the tattoo pattern on his collarbones is actually connected to his arm and chest. It starts from his left chest and covers his entire left arm.

Is he a fucking gangster?

While I was amazed, I couldn’t deny that I was also scared at the same time. In the naïve, innocent world I live in, anyone with tattoos are considered coming from a complicated background, no? Don’t tell me he has a complicated past too.

I was so into imagining up possible scenarios when he reached out his hand and hooked a finger at me. “Come over here.”

I was a little hesitant to take a step at first.

He raised an eyebrow, “What are you afraid of?”

Fuck, who’s fucking scared now?!

I hated being prodded the most. My hesitation felt humiliating to me, so I immediately took a few big steps forward. “What do you want?”

“Do1…” He seemed to have wanted to say something else but stopped, then continued, “The business.”

With that, he pulled me into his lap and leaned in for a kiss.

What kind of fucking business is this?

I subconsciously wanted to struggle but remembered the whole matter with taking his photo and my debt. With that slight hesitation, I let him have his way.

This person pretty much followed the same process as the previous times. After kissing my dimples, he sealed my lips again and again. It was all so smooth, it felt like a natural process at this point. I should have been used to it already by this point, but somehow it still made me feel strangely uncomfortable.

Who would willingly choose to be kissed while sitting on someone else’s laps? That’s way too freaking gay. It’s as if I’m offering myself up to be taken advantage of. It felt uncomfortable leaving my hands hanging in the air but resting them on his shoulders burned me and felt wrongly immodest too.

When I really couldn’t help it anymore, I squirmed around a bit and pushed him away. Looking at the dissatisfaction in his eyes, I couldn’t help but say, “Can you change the pose a little? How else will I take the photos then?”

He probably has forgotten all about the photos already. After a moment of shock, his eyes darkened and said, “Okay.”

Then, he rolled over and pushed me onto the bed in a quick movement.

I was dumbfounded. How did we end up on the bed like this?

With one arm propping himself up, he looked right down at me in the same way he did the first day on the couch. Except this time, it was at a bigger place and only two pieces of clothing off.

What ‘only’! Isn’t this too fucking dangerous!

This guy looked tall and thin when he wore clothes, still giving off an air of seriousness and modesty. Yet, with his clothes off now, his flirtatious aura could no longer be covered up anymore.  Along with those distinctive muscle lines spilling out, coupled with all that fancy tattoos.

From the angle I am in, I can clearly and completely see the full sight. The tattoo looked like blazing flames, burning from his heart all the way to his arm. But looking closely, there seems to be some kind of flower pattern at the end of it, with branches and vines tied in with the flame.

…This is actually quite fucking cool.

He noticed me staring blankly at his tattoo and smiled a little, “Wanna touch?”

I’ve never touched a single tattoo in my whole life for real. It would be a lie to say that I don’t want to. So my hand stupidly reached over yet stopped suddenly as I asked alertly, “Will you charge if I touch it?”

He said, “It’s free.” Then he grabbed my hand and directly placed it on his tattoos.

I could feel a warm and delicate sensation under my fingertips. There were some uneven places on his skin too, especially on the junction where the flower and flames intersected. I couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What flowers are these?”

“Red spider lilies.”

I have never heard of that name before. But in order to not appear uneducated or stupid, I pretended to nod. “My neighbourhood seems to have it.”

He didn’t care about that and said, “Had enough of touching? Shall we get down to business?”

I jolted up, “I…I haven’t taken the photos!”

Without saying anything, he reached for the phone in my pants pocket and threw it towards the bed. Then, raised his chin as a sign for me to do it.

“How can I take it if you’re not wearing any clothes!”

How can I show such photos to young girls! Does he have no shame!

“It’s my choice if I want to wear it or not. And it’s yours, whether to take the photos.”

Fuck, a fire lit up in my heart and without saying another word, I switched on the camera and pointed at him. It’s his choice to be shameless!

…I’ll just put on some mosaics later at most.

I tilted my face and gripped my phone tighter, yet before I could focus on him, he got closer and closer towards me. Panicking, I ended up pressing the shutter too many times without looking at what I’ve taken. My phone fell to the side too.

He bit my earlobe then, licked my dimple and after doing whatever he wanted on my face, he moved down from my neck to my Adam’s apple. My sensitive, vulnerable area was being held hostage by him. I felt like a wild animal was pressing down on me, grinding its teeth and preparing to bite right through the throat of his prey and swallow it whole.

The feeling of being threatened in this crisis made me have goose bumps all over. Yet, I had no strength at all to struggle. The guy on top of me locked my Adam’s apple slowly for some time before finally letting go.

I was forced to raise my neck for me, but now that I could finally stopped doing so, I went limp on the bed from relief. My consciousness was at the verge of fading away so I didn’t notice the difference down there.

Because of the heat today, I only wore a pair of gym shorts after my afternoon shower. The pants are extra loose too. With a slight lift of my leg, they would easily slip down. When I notice what was wrong, that bastard has already worked his way into my pants with his hands.

What the fuck! I struggled to get back up, yet I immediately fell back the second I tried to do so.

“You fucking…Ugh…”

This time, it was a real clutch to my “vital” spot. While kissing my earlobe, his hand moved too. I had never been this stimulated my entire life before, so like a loser, I naturally had a reaction.

This was truly my first time being touched in that spot by someone other than myself. I was so ashamed that my entire body was trembling. The unfamiliar pleasure took over me. I threw my hand back and gasped for air but he leaned down for a kiss, his tongue stirring me up inside too.

This rascal! Why is he making the sound of a kiss this loud!

When it all ended later, I felt like I was completely out of breath. My waist and abdomen felt tense and my eyes were wet from tears. He gently licked them away.

“Did it feel good?” He asked while wiping his hands.

Fuck that ‘did it feel good’! I was still caught up in the sensation I experienced earlier, panting a little. I turned my head away, refusing to face him.

Yet, he shamelessly came up to me and asked, “What do I do? I’ve also gotten hard.”

The hard object that was prodding my thighs started to make its presence crazily obvious. Looking at his eyes filled with indecent motives, I knew he wanted me to help him in return.

He probably saw me not answering anything with a stoic expression, so he kissed the left side of my face and whispered, “Don’t you straight men often help out each other? There is no returning the favours now?”

Fuck, something that a straight man like me doesn’t know. Why would a gay dude like him know it that clearly?