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And to read this you should be over 18 and not offended by to boys in
love.

Further Adventures of Shang Pao & Da Wei 4

by Tauna

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Da Wei and Shang Pao wandered through the streets of Macao. They had
successfully negotiated the sale of the ship's treasure and set
everything up for the crew's shore leave. Shang Pao complained of being
hungry, but Da Wei still had business to attend to. He needed to get his
house in Macao in order. Shang Pao told him where he was going so they
could meet later. He wandered off for refreshment. Da Wei took care of
what he needed to and headed out to meet Shang Pao. As he approached,
his stomach turned to ice. It was the house of Cheng Li Chun. It looked
very different from when he had been there last and the name had
changed, but there was no doubt that it was the same place. He slipped
in quietly, avoiding the staff. He spotted Shang Pao but before he could
drag him out, that which Da Wei feared, happened.

"Master Chiang, we did not expect to ever see you here again." The thin
obsequious man made as if to close Da Wei off from Shang Pao. Da Wei
stared him down and with a crack of his fan on the table, he sent the
man scurrying backwards. The man then shifted his gaze to Shang Pao. His
eyes raked over him in deep appreciation. He licked his lips, ever so
slightly. Da Wei's eyes bored holes in him.

"Lau, is Master Cheng in? Obviously I do not wish to see him." His tone
had turned severe. Shang Pao's ears perked up. 'This could be
interesting' he thought.

"I'll make sure I convey your wishes to Master" replied Lau. He melted
back into the crowd.

Shang Pao stopped eating. He could feel Da Wei practically vibrating. Da
Wei snapped open his fan and stood up. "Shang Pao..." his voice faded as
he turned on his heel and faced Master Cheng. 

Cheng Li Chun was a tall, elegant man. He was in his early forties but
very well kept. His face was angular and his nose sharp. He was quite
handsome but at the same time quite menacing. He stood over Da Wei, and
Shang Pao started to dislike what he was seeing. Da Wei looked at Cheng
with an odd expression, which Shang Pao could not read. However, Shang
Pao knew a threat when he saw one and he was seeing one right now. He
stood, brushed the crumbs from his clothes and stepped around the table,
effectively cutting Cheng off. Da Wei took the opening. What neither of
them saw was the look of greed which enveloped Cheng's face. With a
barely perceptible motion of his head, Cheng called for all hell to
break loose. 

Guards came out of the woodwork. The patrons scattered like frightened
birds. Shang Pao and Da Wei put their backs to one another and tried to
make sense of the swirling bodies before them. None of the guards were
their match but Shang Pao noticed that the fight was carrying him away
from Da Wei. He saw Cheng watching him from the sidelines, an evil look
on his face. That man made his skin crawl. He saw Da Wei get swarmed
over by no less than fifteen guards. He cried out and lunged towards
him. It was then his turn to be overwhelmed. A sharp blow from the hilt
of one of the guard's swords knocked him senseless. He dropped like a
sack of rice. They were both dragged off by several guards.
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Cheng's private quarters were beautiful and just as Da Wei remembered
them. There was the fine furniture, the beautiful antiques and the
exquisitely crafted implements he used on his favorites. He watched the
guards dump Shang Pao on the bed. He looked so lifeless. He tried to get
to him but the guards held him firmly. Cheng entered in a cloud of silk.
He stopped in front of Da Wei, his eyes assessing him. 

"Just like old times, eh?" he took Da Wei's chin in his hand. He held Da
Wei's gaze. There was no longer fear in him, only hatred. Cheng enjoyed
it. Da Wei waited for the strike that did not come. Instead, Cheng
kissed him. 

Da Wei reacted, even though he didn't want to. Cheng felt it and
laughed. "You're still my little slave..." Cheng personally clipped the
wrist chains onto Da Wei. His small hands balled into fists. Cheng drew
his fingertip across Da Wei's jaw. Da Wei's eyes were icy. Cheng laughed
at him. He walked over to the table next to the bed. Da Wei recognized
each and every item on it. Cheng checked the arrangement and satisfied,
he turned to the limp form on the bed. He started to pull the clothes
from Shang Pao. Da Wei lunged towards Cheng. 

"Guards! Take him across the hall." barked Cheng. He intercepted Da Wei
with ease. He twisted Da Wei's arm and held him tight. "If you ask me
nicely, you can be next" he whispered in Da Wei's ear. Da Wei tried to
spit in Cheng's face. The guards dragged him out kicking.
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Shang Pao came around slowly. His head hurt and he was cold. He felt
hands all over him and they weren't Da Wei's. And since they weren't Da
Wei's, they didn't belong there. "Hey!" he yelped. He tried to swing but
his hands were tied together. He could see the cords ran through a ring
on the wall. He tried to move his legs to escape the insistent hands,
but they too were tied, and not together. He then realized that the
reason he was cold was that he was naked. He stretched his neck but he
could not see who was behind him.

"Lovely, just lovely," cooed the voice. 

Shang Pao frantically tried to see who it was. Not knowing made him
nervous. He fought with the ropes but with no success. 

Cheng enjoyed the feel of Shang Pao's smooth skin. His hands drank in
the curves of his body. He traced line of bruises that Da Wei left
earlier down Shang Pao's back. Cheng smiled to himself. The boy looked
strong and was obviously amenable to his sort of fun.

A fan scraped down Shang Pao's spine and rested on his bottom. It made
small tapping motions, just like Da Wei did. He tensed slightly,
expecting the fan to drop. 

A look of unbridled glee unfolded on Cheng's face. "Ahh, you know what
comes next..." Cheng let the fan drop and dropped it hard. 

Cheng hit Shang Pao with the fan until it broke. Welts started to rise
on Shang Pao's skin. He swore colorfully. Cheng drew a finger across
Shang Pao's swelling skin. It turned bright red and heat rose from him.
Shang Pao explained in great detail what Cheng could do with himself.
Cheng laughed. He dragged the edge of his sleeve over Shang Pao's raw
skin. The tingle of silk over his skin made Shang Pao shiver. He tried
to move out of the way but was bound too closely.

"Ahhh but that feels good, doesn't it..." 

Lips were close to his ear. Shang Pao could feel breath on his neck.
Teeth nibbled his shoulder. A tongue ran down his spine. Shang Pao knew
by the way his skin crawled that it was the man from the restaurant.

Cheng stood back up and doffed his outer coat. He flipped it over Shang
Pao and drew it slowly across his bare body. Shang Pao's hands balled
into fists and he bit his lower lip. The feel of the silk was almost
painful.

"Why don't you beg me to stop...hmmmm?"

Shang Pao made a spitting noise. Cheng's eyes narrowed. He chose
something else from the table.

Shang Pao howled in surprise. The crack of the leather straps echoed in
his skull. No amount of fighting let him escape the whip. 

"You rottensonofawhore! Let ME GO!!!" he shouted. His breath came in
sharp gasps, in rhythm with the falling straps.

Cheng could tell from the pitch of Shang Pao's voice that tears were
just beginning to form in those dark eyes. But it was not time to enjoy
that yet. He chose another item from the array.

Shang Pao felt something lightly run down the back of his leg. It
tickled a bit and made him jump. Then it appeared on his back, and
flicked its way down his sides. In spite of himself, Shang Pao found
himself enjoying the sensation. Out of the corner of his eye, Shang Pao
saw the source of the tickling. A peacock feather ran lightly over his
shoulders. Shang Pao relaxed slightly. He was now utterly confused.

"Now what shall we play with next...hmmm?"

"Play? What is going on here? What is it you want?" There was a slight
edge of panic in Shang Pao's voice. Cheng relished it.

The feather continued to tease his flesh until his breathing had almost
returned to normal. The feather was replaced by hands. Shang Pao jumped
again in the ropes. Cheng's hands were probing and rough. 

"OW! get off me!" shouted Shang Pao. The realization came that this was
in no way at all an interrogation. Fear rested in the pit of his
stomach.

He heard an irritated snort and felt something heavy run across his
skin. He knew that feeling from a long time ago, from when he had been
caught stealing as a boy. The bamboo rod came down with a stinging
crack. Shang Pao buried his head. He bit his lip. The blows rained down.
He could feel the blood welling on his back. The pain became
intolerable. The tears spilled over and he finally began to scream. He
passed out to the sound of Cheng's laughter.
========
Da Wei's hands made as if to break the wooden door. He could hear what
Cheng was doing quite clearly. He started to become frantic. When he
heard Shang Pao scream, he threw himself at the door. 

After the fifth hit, the door burst open and Da Wei flew into the
waiting arms of Cheng's guards. They pinned him to the wall. Cheng
emerged from his quarters laughing. He stood smiling, taunting Da Wei. 

"Do you know what I plan on doing to him Da Wei?" the shadow of evil
passed over Cheng's elegant features. "I will turn him to me, as I did
to you. He will not even remember your name when I have finished with
him. Already he is tied with the silk cords. You remember them, don't
you. He has adjusted to them well. Nearly as well as you did."

Da Wei frowned. He composed himself and said nothing.

"You have obviously started to train him. An excellent choice, he is
exquisitely beautiful." Cheng paused and observed Da Wei. He stood
rigid, trying desperately to remain in control of himself. He was going
to greatly enjoy cracking the faŤade. "I beat him until he screamed, Da
Wei, then I licked the blood from his back." He leaned slightly closer
so Da Wei could see him savor the last droplet of blood on his lips. "He
didn't even scream until the end. Such stamina!" Cheng leered at Da Wei.
"I will teach him things he has never imagined."  His eyes glowed with
anticipation. 

"He has an excellent imagination, Cheng" Da Wei said dryly.

Cheng laughed. A tinge of excess rang through it. "Even better Da Wei,
Even better. I see you started him on the fan, as I used on you."
Cheng's long fingers stroked his chin. "How do you take him? Tell me,
does he cry out? I mean to know. Shall I do it in front of you?"

Da Wei's lips narrowed. A black look crossed his face. He refused to say
anything.

"Yes, I believe I shall. When I take him, what will you be thinking?
Will you see yourself there again?" He goaded Da Wei. Cheng assessed his
expression and laughed. He knew he was making progress. "Shall we go now
and get started? Your Shang Pao has the look of one who can go on for
some time...Guards!" 
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The guards tossed Da Wei through the door. His eyes instantly went to
Shang Pao's limp form. His long bare body covered the length of Cheng's
bed. He tried to run to him but the guards cut him off. 

"Enough!" barked Cheng. In spite of himself, Da Wei stopped in his
tracks. When he realized what he had done, Cheng smiled. "You always did
obey well." 

Da Wei whirled, facing Cheng. Frustration, hatred and violence welled
through him. There were only three guards this time and Da Wei cut
through them as if they weren't there. He stalked towards Cheng. His
chin was set stubborn and his eyes were wild. He flipped the chains on
his hands like a weapon. 

"I've changed a bit since you last saw me" hissed Da Wei. "You have no
hold over me anymore... And by the gods, I'll see you never have a hold
over him either!"

"How dare you!" demanded Cheng. Their eyes locked. Da Wei's face was
like a stone. He did not slow. He swung the chain at Cheng, who
countered calmly. "You miserable slave. You can not even protect
yourself. How on earth do you think you will manage to protect him? You
will stop this nonsense immediately." he commanded.

Again Da Wei reacted without meaning to. A sneer crossed Cheng's face.
Suddenly Da Wei heard a soft sound. His head turned towards Shang Pao
and saw his lips move. He was mumbling Da Wei's name. Da Wei smiled. He
turned towards Cheng with a cold look and attacked him with a fury.
Cheng held his own for a few moments but Da Wei fought like a man
possessed. The chain connected with Cheng's skull with a resounding
crack. He had not even hit the floor when Da Wei was at Shang Pao's
side, stroking his hair with shaking hands. 

"Just stay still. I'll have you out in a minute," he tried to sound
reassuring. He quickly picked at the ropes. Shang Pao's hands fell limp
to bed, his feet followed. Shang Pao groaned. He weakly started to flex
his hands and feet, trying to get the circulation back. He began to
swear. A smile crossed Da Wei's face. He went over to Cheng and searched
his clothes. He found the key he was looking for and one other. He
removed the irons and put them on Cheng. He then put both keys in his
pocket.

"OW!" Shang Pao tried to get up. The skin on his back was bleeding
again. He flopped down with a groan. 

Da Wei rested his hand on Shang Pao's shoulder. He knelt on the floor so
Shang Pao could see his face. "Be still..." he whispered. Shang Pao
blinked at him for a moment, then recognition dawned. Shang Pao nodded
and lay quietly. 

'Damn' thought Da Wei. He held up the remains of Shang Pao's clothes.
Cheng had obviously had fun with them. He began rooting through Cheng's
things. He pulled out some pieces of clothing and went over to Shang
Pao. "Now try to take it easy, this will hurt." Da Wei carefully placed
a heavy cotton shirt on Shang Pao's shoulders. He winced only a little.
Da Wei helped him up and into pants and a long coat. "I know the back
way. Let's get moving..."
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Da Wei was marginally surprised that the back exit was still there. He
carried and dragged Shang Pao out of the building. His feet remembered
the escape route he had used years before. They made their way to his
house. Shang Pao drifted in and out of consciousness. Da Wei kicked the
door until the servants answered. They were both hustled into the house.
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Da Wei dabbed the damp cloth over Shang Pao's back. He peeled back the
heavy cotton carefully. Da Wei finally removed the shirt. It was totally
soaked with blood. He cleaned out the shreds of bamboo. Shang Pao kicked
the bed but did not move from under Da Wei's hand. 

"Shang Pao, I'm going to put something on these cuts. It will hurt, a
lot. Just don't swing at me...eh?"

Shang Pao's head bobbed in the sheets. He laughed weakly. Da Wei took a
small finger full of ointment from the jar and patted it lightly on the
worst of the cuts. Shang Pao's body arched and he howled. He breathed
raggedly. His eyes were squeezed into thin slits, tears working their
way out of the corners.

"No more..."muttered Shang Pao. 

"I'm not done yet...bear with it" Shang Pao's body arched with each
fingerfull.

"No more...please" breathed Shang Pao. A buzzing numbness started to
creep over his back. His shoulders drooped as the pain left him.

Da Wei finished up swiftly. "No. No more...Just rest." said Da Wei. He
lay down next to Shang Pao. He slid under far enough to let Shang Pao
use him as a pillow. Shang Pao's hand slid up Da wei's side and gathered
him in close. Da Wei just lay there, stroking Shang Pao's hair. He felt
the exhaustion take Shang Pao into sleep and he followed him there soon
after.
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