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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 14:A good show
Faires has several friends who wouldn’t dare to do a one night off with a stranger but he wouldn’t keep himself to himself or hang himself from a tree for the sake of one, so he wouldn’t miss the chance to meet such a handsome man with a high face and a Mercedes Benz for a car.
Now, the 19-year-old is following the rich man into the hotel without hesitation.
After a few hours of conversation, Faires could be said to have fallen in love with this man, with his elegant manners, his good manners, his willingness to pay the bill, etc., all of which showed that he was good at hunting women. Faires was looking forward to a wonderful evening, which might even make him forget his troubles of the last few days.
Keng whispered in Faires’ ear as he walked into the room, “Faires, do you want to play something fun?”
The teenager turned his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth turned up: “That depends on how you play it, brother.” And then he leaned in, wanting to k-iss the other on the mouth.
But Keng dodged, whispering in Faires’ ear, “Don’t be so impatient…”
Keng’s deep, sensual voice made Faires feel like he was melting under the skin of a gentleman.
“So…. what do you want to play?”
“Oh…” Keng laughed softly but didn’t hurry to answer, which made Faires even more curious.
“You close your eyes.” Keng, Faires was so excited, his desire was so fierce, that he closed his eyes, letting a cloth be wrapped around them.
Faires laughed lowly, “Didn’t you say you were good? And with the aid of props?”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, it hasn’t started yet.” In a tone of secrecy, Faires’ curiosity was aroused, his eyes were bound tightly shut, he was dragged into the room until his legs touched the edge of the bed and when he was about to ask, he was pushed down hard on the bed.
“Oh, brother Keng, you’re pushing too hard!” whispered Faires.
“Aw, I thought you’d like that.” He’s not a simple guy, he probably doesn’t like the normal S-xx, maybe he likes Fifty Shades of Grey? Although he has slept with quite a few people but not very good at this, the first time I met this kind of unconventional, still a little scared but deep down inside… But deep down inside… it’s exciting.
“If it’s as funny as you say, I’d like it.” The boy burst out laughing, for the effect of the alcohol, stimulating every nerve, thrilling him to the core, all his senses magnified, he felt his hands tied to the head of the bed, left and right on each side of the head and he struggled to free himself.
“Don’t move, or it won’t be funny.”
Keng’s voice sounded mean… A little scary.
When he felt his legs tied to the end of the bed, Faires questioned loudly as he struggled, “Brother, what do you mean?”
When his struggles were no match for Keng’s brute strength and one leg was tied tightly to the end of the bed, Faires rushed to free the other and now, with three parts bound, he could not move.
Faires shuddered and asked, “Brother, this isn’t funny, untie the cloth from my eyes!”
“Brother, I haven’t even started this yet!”
A large hand gently patted Faires twice on the cheek, no longer smooth or gentle but… The impatience in his voice was clear to see.
It was extraordinary and Faires had a sneaking feeling that something would happen tonight that he didn’t want to happen.
“Let go of me, you let go of me! Let go of me, you let go of me!!!”
“No, I just said, I’ll make you happy… Guys, you can come in now. Come in and have some fun with your brother.”
“What do you mean, who is it? Who are you talking to!!!!”
Faires couldn’t see anything, his eyes were dark, his other unbound leg was struggling and his tied hand was struggling but it was so tight that he couldn’t free himself, he kept shaking his head, trying to free his eyes by rubbing his head against the head of the bed but to no avail. When he heard the door open, an unprecedented fear arose in Faires’ heart.
And, uh… By the sound of footsteps, it sounds like more than one person has walked in.
“Is this the little brother you’re talking about?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.”
“Oh, I think so too, let’s satisfy him.”
The more Faires listen, the more scared he get, the more people they can hear from the conversation! One of the voices was Keng’s, the other three were strangers. Faires kept struggling and froze when someone mentioned a name he knew.
“Hahaha, Type, you’re a tough guy to mess with, people just provoke you and you make such a big deal out of it, you are scary.”
“You don’t want it? There’s a line of people out there trying to get in.”
“Type… Type… I’m sorry.! Is that you, Type! Type…!!”
At first he was too scared to hear Type’s voice but when he heard someone calling Type’s name, Faires cried out like a straw and forgot to struggle, only shocked and incomprehensible, he wasn’t sure if the Type present was the same as the one he had been pursuing for a week.
Faires’ screams put an end to the conversation, followed by footsteps coming towards the bed.
Someone stepped on his shin so hard that Faires cried out in pain and his eyes were on the verge of tears. I hear you pissed off my men?”
“Wha…” What? No… no… No…”
“Ugh!” crushing the hard soles of his shoes on his shins, Faires let out a throaty cry, which he swallowed, not daring to cry out and his hands began to struggle again but it seemed that the more he struggled, the tighter he was tied and at last he begged for mercy.
“What are you…? What are you doing to me? You can’t do this to me! Let me go!” What are you doing to me?
“Huh! Are you sure you want me to let you go? Don’t you want to sleep with me? Then let me satisfy you!”
Hearing not a tone of disgust or irritation but a tone of anger wracked with rage, Faires felt only the deepest fear, his whole body trembled, cold sweat dripped down his back and there was a sharp pain in the place where he was stepped on.
“I didn’t do anything… I didn’t do anything, Type, please let me go, please…”
Don’t think that begging will make them go soft “Ah!!!”
Forced to raise his face by his hair, Faires cried out in agony, then a low growl in his ear: “What you did to my husband and you call that nothing? You bastard! Bastard!!!”
At these words, the eyes buried beneath the scarf widened, the foreigner’s face suddenly entered his mind and Faires haltingly tried to argue but the pain pulling at his scalp forced him to cry out.
“Ouch! It hurts!”
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve done. I’m done with you and you’re going after me with a stick!” Type had no compassion for Faires’ cries of pain. On the contrary, Faires felt his scalp being torn off and his head being smashed into the pillow with such force that if his head had hit the head of the bed, he would have bled to death!
“I didn’t do… I didn’t do anything… I really didn’t do anything!”
At this moment, the teenager’s self-righteousness has been thrown to the clouds, leaving only the fear of extinction, because he could feel that Phii Type is not joking, the other side is really angry and want to settle scores, he also does not know the room in the end who are still.
Even if Faires is a big shot, he knows that the slightest thing he says right now… He’s going to die a horrible death. The teenager didn’t know what was in Type’s mind but suddenly the worst possible outcome occurred to him.
As much as he’d like to have s-xx with a stranger, he’s only a boy of less than 20 and the thought of being gang raped by a stranger… makes him tremble with fear. He trembled with fear at the thought of being raped… by a stranger.
Type: “You don’t remember?”
“I really don’t know… Ah!!!”
Before Faires could finish his denial, he cried out in pain, a cry that could have shaken the room, because the sole of his shoe, which had been on his calf, had moved to his recently operated knee.
The pain was more intense than when he was first injured, more intense than when he had just had surgery, more intense than the pain he had suffered every time he had been injured. The pain was so great that he struggled to protect his knee, which was making him cry, despite the fact that his hands were tied up tightly but his tormentors didn’t stop.
The pressure on his knee grew heavier, Type leaned forward and Faires could even feel the other man’s breath.
“This will help you to remember… Come on, tell me, what have you been telling my husband?”
“I’m, uh… Uh… I… I’m… I’m… Say you’re… At… My house… Ugh… Let go…”
Faires was sobbing in pain and the main problem now was that he was afraid that he would never be an athlete again and what he had wanted to deny a moment ago had now become a confession.
“I heard you called Tharn a big, stupid cow. Is that right?”
“I… Ugh… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please let me go… Ugh!”
Type was angry and heartbroken but he couldn’t stop the boy from begging for mercy even though his foot was on the boy’s knee.
Huh! No amount of pride can defeat the instinct to survive.
Slap! A hand slapped Faires twice on the cheek.
Ugh! Faires cringed, ducking back in fear but it didn’t relax him even a little, on the contrary, the slightest slap made his fears even stronger.
A deep voice sounded in his ear, “Faires, Faires, you know so little about me, I may be soft on you once in a while but there is only one thing I will not forgive you for even if you get down on your knees and beg for mercy…”
“Type, I beg you, please let me go, I… I won’t dare, I won’t bother you anymore…”
“When did I give you permission to interfere?!!!”
Before he could finish his plea, Faires’ jaw was squeezed hard and the teenager gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming and listened to Type’s words with pain.
“I tell you…” Faires felt the heat of breath hitting his ears, only it wasn’t the heat of thunder and lightning but of volcanic rage, the murderous rage that made him shiver, his back soaked with cold sweat, his hands tied and trembling as if they weren’t his own.
He was the only one who could hear the deep, light voice, as if it came from the mouth of Satan.
“I’m the only one who can hurt Tharn, no one else can touch him… You remember that, you son of a bi*tch! You remember that!!”
Faires felt as if the other man had left the bed but on the contrary, he felt a deep fear of the sudden silence of the room, as if an invisible pressure had overwhelmed him.
“Ugh!” the sudden, sharp pain in the side of his chest left the boy speechless, his mouth wide open, he cried out in pain, his body curling up unconsciously.
It turned out that it wasn’t just one hit, followed by a second and third blow, along with a fierce voice from above: “You remember, if there’s a next time, it won’t just be a beating, I’ll beat you until you’re crippled, if you don’t believe me, try it! You can try!!!”
“Ah!!!!” Again and again the iron hoof of his foot on his already wounded knee, Faires shrieked like a wounded animal, his mouth wide open, letting saliva spill out of the corner of his mouth, he had no strength to swallow, his eyes bulging under the cloth, his tears pouring out like beads with broken strings, the pain… It’s all over.
At the moment, Faires was left with only one thought in his head – Type wasn’t joking with him.
“Hey, Type, don’t push too hard, are you done? We can’t wait any longer.”
“!! Faires thought the torture was over.” Faires thought the ordeal was over but he was naive, the agony had left him speechless and without the strength to move and at the words of the stranger, he understood at last that the night was not yet over.
“The show’s just begun.
“Oh, feel free to do whatever you want, I’m done with my business.”
The indifferent tone of his voice, showed that Type did not care what would happen to him next and Faires was even more frightened than when he had been beaten by Type.
“As long as no one gets killed.”
The words reached Faires’ ears without warmth and he wondered what his fate would be, with his hands and one leg tied, thinking of the worst possible outcome.
The boy was exhausted from the futile struggle and all he could do was scream “Let me go”.
“Huh!” That was the last sound Faires heard from Type, followed by the door and he suddenly realized… Type was going to leave him here.
“Let go of me, please… I’m begging you… I’ll give you all the money you want, just let me go!” Faires, tortured as if he were on his last breath, begged for mercy, only to be greeted with laughter.
The laughter, coming from the west, stirred every nerve of Faires, in the darkness, all his senses were magnified and fear overwhelmed his senses.
“Yeah, we’re not poor and we don’t need your money but, if you want us to let you go… Then let us have our fun first.”
Faires felt a man coming from the left, then a man coming from the right.
“Blame your bad luck, for wanting to sleep with a guy like Type, which you won’t be able to do for another hundred years.”
“Let go of me, let go of me! Let go of me, let go of me!!!”
“This guy, still so energetic!”
Faires was so afraid that he tried to fight back, he waved his unbound leg indiscriminately, succeeding in infuriating the others, cursing incessantly, while his body was pinned down, with what was probably a towel stuffed in his mouth.
“Come, come, come and have fun with the brothers… Dude, go turn on the camera!”
The next moment, Faires’ trousers were down to his ankles and he struggled to regain his freedom but how could he stand up to their strength, after a round of torture?
Knock… Knock… Knock… Knock At that moment, there was a knock at the door and Faires suddenly had hope in his heart that he would be saved and yet,
“You’re late, come in, come in, the fun’s just begun.”
It was the sound of hell, which stimulated the boy’s auditory nerves, followed by the sound of footsteps and a door slamming and the sound of warning… Don’t you dare to pester the man who’s in your name, no, the man named Type, not again, or else
“Man, you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
“Speak as if you weren’t involved.”
Standing with his hands in his pockets, Type turned to see his “drama queen” friends, who had just left the studio they had rented for recording but were now using it for other purposes. Type looked at them all – Champ, Techno and Kengkla – with gratitude.
Yes, it’s just a few of them but that little brat is more than enough. Type wants him to know that he’s got the wrong guy!
“What are you going to do about the kids in the house?” Oh, I forgot, besides them, there’s someone else.
“Yeah, I’m just giving the man a piece of advice, if you want Faires, keep him under control, as to what he wants to do, that’s none of my business.”
“Yo, it’s none of your business but if you tie his hands and feet, you’re committing a crime.”
No doubt, it was that Kla kid who said that, Type smirked, indifferent, “Don’t forget, you’re involved in this crime and if I remember correctly, you’re the one who found out that the guy in there had a crush on Faires and you’re the one who told me I could use that guy to get rid of Faires.”
Kengkla was speechless, he’s in charge of the Faires investigation but Type threatened him first, saying he’d stay put if he didn’t help him.
Type doesn’t know how No’s little husband does it, he easily found out everything about Faires, including addresses of people Faires has slept with but his main interest is in a good friend of Faires, who loves Faires so much that he’ll do anything Faires asks him to do, go to class for him, impersonate him during roll call… But Faires just won’t sleep with him.
According to Kla’s sources, the Faires’s friend told his Kengkla that he wanted him so badly, he’d do anything to get him. So, an idea popped into Type’s head.
In fact, at first Type just wanted to know more about Faires’ family situation and did not want to make a big deal out of it, he just wanted to beat up the kid and warn him to leave him alone. But the idea that he and Tharn had fought and even separated, he felt bad, so… So… he thought it might be a good idea to make it a little harder on himself by going to Faires’ friend and when he saw Faires’ friend and told him what he wanted to do, he immediately agreed.
Type was a bit stunned, if it was him, if someone had asked him to do a gang rape scene, he would have thrown his hands up on the spot but the guy didn’t like it and asked him to do it himself, ok, so that’s what he wanted.
Type couldn’t help but think: Faires is a bad guy and his friends aren’t much better… A dog and a dog together for a long time.
The kicking part was done by Type himself, the rest of the laughing and threatening was left to his friend Champ, No’s face was like eating flies but he still acted with them and of course, the only person who went touch Faires was Faires’ friend.
That’s the same friend who gagged Faires with a towel.
“Hahaha, it’s nothing, just for you to ask me for help, I think it’s my whole life, it’s not a waste of my life, if someone as powerful as Master Type bows down and asks me for help, I’ll definitely do it but if it’s No who asks me, that’s a different story.” Champ didn’t forget to tease, as if it’s fun to be dragged into something bad, he probably didn’t think much of it at the time, yeah, Champ had even failed to graduate after repeating a grade, what else had he seen.
“And that Faires guy, what if he knows he wasn’t gang-raped, just fu*cked by his friend.”
“Like I said before, I just wanted to warn him not to be the third person in my life and as for what they want to do in the room, it’s none of my business in the least.”
Type was just staging a scene to show Faires that he was serious, to show Faires that he had the video of his gang rape in his possession, to scare him, that there was no camera in the room.
Besides, Type doesn’t have a fondness for GVs, he’s not interested but if Faires’ friends want to photograph it for themselves… It has nothing to do with him.
Once upon a time, Tar was also gang-raped and videotaped, so, now he would never do such a inhumane thing.
Type understands too well the psychological trauma of being gang-raped to take revenge in that despicable way, even if he hates Faires so much he wants to kill him. So, he just put on an act and Faires’ friend will have to bear the consequences.
As for kicking him in the knee… He admits, he was too angry, so he kicked a little harder, he wanted to hit something else but since he did, so be it.
From the beginning, Type knew that this kid is selfish, desperate to get what he wants, willful and selfish, with his good looks, no one would reject him but when you get to know him better, you’ll find that he’s just a smart mouth… That’s the kind of kid that needs to be made to feel pain so he’ll know what it’s like to be afraid.
“Just a warning? I think it’s going to stick with him for a long time.”
Kengkla mumbled, as if he wanted Type to hear it on purpose, Type laughed, glanced at Kla, Kla glanced at him as well, the look in his eyes was like an enemy, he seemed to be upset that Type was using him.
“I’ve done what you said, can we move out now?”
“Yeah, you really went to a lot of trouble to sleep with No.” Type smirked, then nodded.
“Champ, I’m staying at your house tonight and this laughing boy kicked me out.” Type said and pointed to Kla, who was grinning from ear to ear, probably because he had finally gotten Type out of his and No’s love nest and then turned his head to look at Techno, who hadn’t said a word since coming out of the studio.
No didn’t really approve of what Type was doing but he didn’t strongly stop it, because he knew it wouldn’t do any good and he didn’t say anything because he didn’t think Type was going too far but because “Phii No, let’s go home…”
“Champ, I’ll sleep at your house tonight, too, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
“Huh?!!” said Kla, surprised and pleading, wanting to run and hug the former captain of the football team but Techno looked at him coldly and said coldly: “Kla, I’m sorry but I still remember you seducing that kid and I don’t want to go home with you today.”
“That’s not good, I didn’t seduce, Type used me…”
“You always use Type as an excuse but what I saw with my own eyes… You’re acting so natural, you’re acting like you’re in your element!” No shook his head slowly, his face expressionless but he was really pissed off. He’d been pissed off since Kla had been cuddling with that kid in the bar.
He lied so freshly and naturally, even Type was impressed by his acting.
“Phii No, that was just an act, I have eyes for no one but you!”
“No matter how much you pretend to be a little puppy, I’m not going back with you today, so go back to fu*cking pillows!”
No matter how much Kengkla pretended to be sad or crying, Techno did nothing and cussed him. Kla looked at Type angrily.
“Hey, why didn’t this turn out the way we agreed, did you say something to my wife?”
“Don’t blame me, the deal was, you help me, I move out, I don’t remember any other deal, if No doesn’t want to go home with you the husband… You’ll have to rethink that, Kla.” Type laughed, Kla hated it but she couldn’t argue.
Aside, Champ laughed: “You guys are hilarious, Tharn and Type have stunned me, No has a husband, I’d love to take a loud speaker and announce it in the football team, a straight man of steel like No actually has a day to be someone’s wife!”
Champ doesn’t have a mouth on him, he doesn’t care that there’s a couple at war right now and he’s walking towards the parking lot.
Type followed in stride and No followed suit, whispering to Type, “Am I doing this, right?”
“Yeah…” That’s all Type said in reply, remembering No’s frustration at the bar when he saw Kla seducing someone else, so he asked No if he wanted to give his slick husband a lesson, like… If No don’t go back to sleep with him, you’ll suffocate him.
As he said, the agreement with Kla, there’s nothing that forbids him to instigate the No Jinfu program.
Consider it revenge for your incessant eviction orders against me day in and day out.
Type’s slanderous, so, don’t make an enemy of Type! Or else you’ll end up in trouble!
~ TharnType The Series~