All day, staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night, hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep because
Tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on, feeling like I'm heading for a
Breakdown, and I don't know why

Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper and it makes me think
There must be something wrong with me

Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

"Unwell" - Matchbox 20

Ulsan
November 15th 2002
17.25 p.m.

Lee Chun-Soo took the large shopping bag out of the trunk of his car and set it down on the asphalt before he closed the trunk, locking it with trembling fingers. Damn, but the weather was so cold. He was at the parking lot of Sang-Chul's apartment, though he was in no particular hurry. This wasn't a scheduled appointment. He was here to ask for a favour of an entirely different kind.

He took the bag in one hand and started walking towards the building, pulling his overcoat closer to himself as his breath came out as white clouds billowing from his nostrils. Soon, he thought. Soon it will be snowing.

He'd had a good few weeks. Ulsan had not managed to win the K-League title in the end, courtesy of a Songnam victory at their last match, but their rise to second was special nonetheless. Chun-Soo won Ulsan's MVP award-an effort by the board to appease him, he was sure of it-and the K-League's overall Young Player of the Year award. More money, more prizes, more praise, but nothing to show for it. He wasn't going to feel like he'd accomplished anything until he got his ass out of this country.

Then, of course..there was Sang-Chul.

Chun-Soo was glad he'd picked out Sang-Chul in the end. The man had not only lived up to his expectations, he far surpassed it. He knew the game and played it very well, and no-he wasn't talking about football. Sang-Chul had held up his end of the deal, showing Chun-Soo the wildest, most incredible pleasures in such a short span of time, exploring areas he'd never previously even thought of. Sang-Chul knew the game better than he did, and Chun-Soo was glad for it.

It wasn't always nasty and violent-though Chun-Soo had no objection to those. At times Sang-Chul had been gentle, caring, but ultimately he still held the firm control and used that power wisely.

The night after the Bucheon match had been fun. They retreated to Sang-Chul's apartment, where Chun-Soo demanded his rewards for the two goals he scored. Of course, Sang-Chul seemed more than happy to give it to him.

His reward was a long, incredible night that saw him go over the edge time after time after time. Sang-Chul never allowed for the balance of power to shift, but he made enough exceptions to make it feel special. He let Chun-Soo come whenever he wanted to, for instance, and never used any unnecessary force, nor did he use his usually derisive taunts, which Chun-Soo honestly didn't mind much anyway.

That said, aside from all the sex Sang-Chul had also been taking very good care of him. He was often treated to lavish meals, ordered from restaurants with names Chun-Soo couldn't pronounce, tasting exotic dishes he'd never heard of before. Sang-Chul even clothed him sometimes, gifting him with classy pieces of designer wear that Chun-Soo wouldn't have bothered with otherwise.

He had to admit that the older man had good taste-and an uncanny eye for judging Chun-Soo's size. Every piece Sang-Chul bought for him always fit so perfectly, and he enjoyed wearing them and showing them off. And Sang-Chul seemed to enjoy dressing him up like a doll, then undressing him and playing him around even more like one.

Chun-Soo was treated to the luxuries of life that he might be able to enjoy with his own money, but never had the time or effort to pursue. And Sang-Chul never seemed to hesitate to spend on him, given his own considerable wealth.

Chun-Soo smiled secretly at this. So he was a whore, yes..but he was a very expensive one. And that made him feel oddly good about himself, for some perverse reason.

The basic need that underlined their little 'deal' had been physical, sure..but Sang-Chul did him more than just fulfil it. He provided Chun-Soo with a comfort zone, an entirely different world to which he could retreat when the harsh realities started to bear down upon him. With Sang-Chul, he had a means to escape, to throw caution into the wind and lose himself without fear of the consequences.

Sang-Chul was good. He was professional. He followed the rules but pushed the limits. Chun-Soo liked that.

On this day, though, his concern was not Sang-Chul, or even himself. It was something else entirely. He got to Sang-Chul's floor and walked towards his apartment suite's door, eager to be in the relative warmth inside. He knocked several times, rubbing his thick-gloved palms together, and waited.

The door was opened and Sang-Chul stood there, dressed very casually.

"Hi.." Chun-Soo said.

"Hi." Sang-Chul said, then glanced at the shopping bag resting against Chun-Soo's leg. "Is that it?

"It's all I've managed to find.." Chun-Soo said. "I have to return them tomorrow, though..so we gotta go through all of them tonight. Damn thing's heavy."

"Here, I'll get that." Sang-Chul picked it up. "Come on, come inside."

Once inside Sang-Chul closed the door and helped him out of his coat and jacket, and Sang-Chul carried the bag down to the living room area.

"You got anything nice and hot for me to drink?" Chun-Soo called out to him as he took off his scarf and placed it on the hanger.

"Yeah. I made some hot chocolate." Sang-Chul said. "Pot's in the kitchen, go and help yourself."

Chun-Soo took off his gloves and made his way to the kitchen, where he poured a mug of steaming hot chocolate for himself and blew on it a little, waiting it to cool enough for him to drink it.

Sang-Chul joined him soon afterwards, looking on him with concern.

"You look pale.." he said.

"It's freezing out there." Chun-Soo said. "Look, my fingers are frosty, even though I wore gloves."

Sang-Chul took his hand and rubbed it between his large palms, transferring some warmth. "Drink. Should make you feel warmer."

Chun-Soo took a long gulp out of his mug, delighting in the way the sweet liquid burned a trail down his throat and pooled in his stomach, radiating warmth. He put his mug back on the kitchen counter and took a deep breath, flexing his neck a bit.

"What-shoulder bothering you again?"

"I think it's my neck.." Chun-Soo said. "Slept in the wrong position or something. Can you take a look at it later?"

"Sure." Sang-Chul nodded. "Boy, if this bad weather continues..I can't imagine what it's gonna look like on the 20th."

"Oh, don't say it.." Chun-Soo groaned. "I don't even want to think about having to go out to Paju in two days..wearing shorts, no less."

They were scheduled to arrive at the national training grounds in Paju two days later, the senior national team. Three days of intensive training would then lead them back to Seoul, to Sangam on November 20th, to take on Brazil.

Chun-Soo had been excited ever since this match was a mere idea in the KFA calendar. Now it was coming true, and he was going to play in it. He was going to play against Brazil. And not just any Brazil..THE Brazil. Pretty much the same team that won the World Cup last June. All those dark skins and misaligned teeth and whatnot.

South Korea was taking no chances. A massive recall of all their foreign-based players had been issued-Seol, Doo-Ri, Chong-Gug, Jung-Hwan, even Yong-Soo. The only ones missing would be Ji-Sung, since Kyoto had refused to let him go, and Eul-Yong, who was injured in Turkey.

Mere months ago this would be a David vs. Goliath encounter, and a source of great pride and fear for the Koreans. Now, it wasn't quite like that. It was the World Champions versus the World Cup semifinalists, and Chun-Soo had every intention of making the world take South Korea very seriously.

"Feel better now?"

Chun-Soo took another long drink out of his mug and nodded, licking residue from his lips. "This stuff is good.."

"It's Belgian." Sang-Chul said. "It's the real thing."

"I guessed.." Chun-Soo said. "None of that cheap instant crap in your kitchen, huh?"

Sang-Chul smiled and gestured at the living room. "Come on, let's see what you got.."

They both made their way to the living room and sat down on the couch, taking out the contents of the large bag Chun-Soo had brought with him. Out came stacks of videotapes, all of them labeled, coded and numbered.

Sang-Chul examined them one by one. "Brazil vs. Costa Rica, Brazil vs. England, Brazil vs. Turkey..hey, is this the semifinal one or the first group match?"

"Semifinal." Chun-Soo said as he took out another few tapes. "I couldn't find the first group match."

"Oh, never mind." Sang-Chul said dismissively. "The first group match is only good if you want to take acting lessons from Rivaldo.."

"Ha." Chun-Soo snorted. "It's a good thing that guy's not coming here..for personal reasons, he says."

"This one should be good.." Sang-Chul brandished one video proudly in a dramatic flourish. "A real top-quality match. Brazil vs. Germany."

Chun-Soo groaned. "You *can't* be serious.."

"Just kidding.." Sang-Chul smiled.

"I can tell you one thing: They won't have such an easy time against us as they did against Germany."

"What, you think Ballack not being there made all the difference?"

"Well, if that's the case.." Chun-Soo leaned in and smirked deviously. "That means that *I* was the one who cost Germany the World Cup, right?"

Sang-Chul smiled and took Chun-Soo's chin between his thumb and index finger. "Yes, you were.."

"I have a few Real Madrid tapes, too.." Chun-Soo said. "Not sure which matches they're of, though.."

"Is the Zidane wondergoal in one of them?"

"I think so, yes.."

"Okay, why don't we just put them all in the bedroom, we'll have dinner, and then we go watch them while I take a look at your neck?"

"Sounds good to me."

Dinner was a modest affair by Sang-Chul's standards, but he whipped out something special for dessert. Some sort of specialty cake called creme bru.bro.ruo.whatever, but it sounded French to Chun-Soo. Apparently ordered from a new shop that just opened downtown. That was Sang-Chul, always in the know of such things.

"You like it?"

Chun-Soo licked the back of his spoon and thought about it. "Tastes like..burnt sugar."

"It is burnt sugar." Sang-Chul said matter-of-factly. "That's how they prepare it, you know..with a torch."

Chun-Soo must have had a very bewildered look on his face, because Sang-Chul laughed when he saw it.

"French.." Chun-Soo muttered. "Trust them to come up with something like this."

"Hey, don't you think our food seems strange to them?" Sang-Chul said.

"Yeah, I guess you do have a point." Chun-Soo shrugged. "Whatever, let's just eat this stuff."

After they'd cleared out the dishes, Sang-Chul retreated to the bedroom while Chun-Soo used the guest bathroom to clean up a bit. He took off his thick sweater and long-sleeved shirt, massaging his sore neck thoughtfully as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

He had that gritty, determined look on his face-what Hong used to call his 'game' face. This was what happened before a big match, especially a match of this magnitude. Brazil. The World Champions. People will be watching. Scouts will be watching. Managers will be watching. If he did good, they'd certainly start asking about him.

He felt nervous about seeing Chong-Gug again, sure..but what else was there to do? He'd made his point clear enough the last time they met-it was over, let me go, get over me and find your own happiness. Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. And look-he was just fine, just as he said he would be.

Not that Chun-Soo didn't love him anymore-he still did, he knew that much. But he'd managed to set that feeling aside, or at least avoid the triggers that would put him back in that frame of mind. That's why he never invited Sang-Chul to come and fuck him in his own house-the place reminded him too much of Chong-Gug.

But tonight..tonight isn't about Chong-Gug. Or Sang-Chul. Or himself. Tonight his focus was on one man and one man only. Chun-Soo didn't even know him, had never even seen him in person, but he intended to get very up close and personal with that man on November 20th.

Roberto Carlos.

When he went inside the bedroom, Sang-Chul was sitting on the bed and already had one of the tapes running on the TV-it was the Costa Rica match. This was a fun one, Chun-Soo remembered, ending up 5-2 on a bright summer afternoon. This time, though, he wasn't watching it for the fun.

"Come here.." Sang-Chul gestured at the bed. Chun-Soo crawled on, while Sang-Chul fast-forwarded through the pre-match commentary and the lineups. He took off his undershirt and threw it over the side of the bed, and Sang-Chul pulled him in to lean against his broad chest.

They got to the part of the national anthem and Sang-Chul switched back to normal play, setting the remote down on the bed beside him as his hands moved up to Chun-Soo's neck, seeking out the source of the pain.

"There.." Chun-Soo cringed. "Right there."

"Okay..can you turn your head around comfortably?"

Chun-Soo tried, and managed a full rotation to the right, but stopped midway as he turned his head to the left. "Ouch.."

"I think it's right here.." Sang-Chul massaged lightly at a point on the left side of his neck. "Feel that?"

"Yes, that's it.." Chun-Soo said through gritted teeth. "I gotta get a better pillow."

"They have these ergonomic, therapeutic ones on the market right now. It's all the rage. New design, and very effective they say. I'll buy you one." Sang-Chul said casually.

"You don't have to do that.."

"No, really." Sang-Chul said. "I'll buy you one. Now let's see what I can do to fix this.."

The match kicked-off on the screen and Sang-Chul started massaging his neck, trying to ease the tense muscles. Chun-Soo focused his sight and his attention on the television, trying to glimpse a sign, any sign, anything that would help him in the match they were about to take part in.

"You see..the thing about him is that he moves so quickly." Sang-Chul said. "Look how quickly he goes from the back position up to midfield..see there?"

"Yes.."

"He accelerates very well, and he can dribble like nobody else in the world.."

"Young-Pyo can dribble better than him.." Chun-Soo said.

"If he does that on the 20th, the world will agree." Sang-Chul said. "Now..let's see that again."

He hit rewind and put the tape through half-speed, and Chun-Soo squinted his eyes as he saw the ball came down on Roberto Carlos' chest, brought down to his foot, and then carried forward with great speed.

"His control is very good.." Chun-Soo said.

"Here's what I think.." Sang-Chul hit pause, and the tape stopped in mid-play. "You can't beat him on the run. That's just impossible."

Chun-Soo nodded-he had to admit that was true.

"If he starts running before you do, that's it. You're dead."

"So what do I do?"

"Let's see what else he does in this match.."

Sang-Chul let the tape resume its normal play, his strong hand still massaging Chun-Soo's neck. They watched as the match flowed, trying to seek glimpses of Carlos' well-renowned individual brilliance.

"There..there!" Chun-Soo said suddenly. "Play that again.."

Sang-Chul hit the rewind and rolled it back to the part where Carlos had just taken a coasting ball that resulted from a meeting of heads between Cafu and a Costa Rican midfielder.

"He pivots very quickly..there, see that?" Sang-Chul said.

"Yes.." Chun-Soo nodded. "I see it."

"That's what you have to look out for." Sang-Chul said. "If he turns and you're still heading the other way, you won't catch him."

"I have to beat him to the ball." Chun-Soo suggested.

"That's too touch-and-go.." Sang-Chul shook his head. "Very 50-50. You have to take the ball from him."

"How?"

"Be very sharp. See..see there? He has a tendency to play it up a bit, especially if there's a player closing down on him. Between his chest and his foot, you have a chance."

"I'll have to get a bit high, then."

"Yes, but watch his direction.." Sang-Chul pointed a screen. "You have to know when he's gonna turn, and where. If he fools you, you'll never get it back."

"I can do it." Chun-Soo said grittily. "I can take the ball from his feet."

Sang-Chul kneaded his neck firmly and spoke slowly in his ear. "Once you do that..don't look back. Just run, and run. Don't do anything fancy, just run with it."

Chun-Soo listened to the intense voice and nodded.

"If someone closes you down and you're behind the halfway line, give it to Young-Pyo, but be ready to have him give it back to you."

"Okay.."

"If you're beyond the halfway line, just take it straight to the box. Find Seol, or Ahn, or me."

"Do I lift it or play it on the ground?"

"Lift it." Sang-Chul said. "Seol can head it in, he's tall-and we all know how high Ahn can jump."

"Yeah, but their defenders are tall, too.."

"We'll have to get somebody to do dummy runs." Sang-Chul said. "Trick them, pull them away a bit."

Chun-Soo nodded, then felt the hand on his neck go a bit slack.

"There..is that better?"

He flexed his neck and rubbed at it carefully, trying to move and rotate his head. "Yeah..much better. Thanks."

"You want to watch some of the other matches?"

"Sure."

They worked through each video with great attention, and Chun-Soo started picking up patterns here and there. Carlos was brilliant at times, so-so at others, the famed free kick of his thunderous left boot sometimes disappointing him, veering far off target.

"He's not without his faults.." Sang-Chul said as they viewed through the Brazil-England match.

"I know." Chun-Soo said. "I'm starting to recognize-you know, when he's about to do this or that."

"You can sometimes tell from his body language, yes." Sang-Chul agreed. "But you have to project that when he's standing right in front of you, moving that quickly."

"I have to beat him." Chun-Soo said determinedly. "Beat his run, beat his pace, cut those little dances short."

"You can't outrun him if he starts pushing on the gas pedal." Sang-Chul said. "You have to take off before he does.."

"But that would mean.."

"You have to know when and where he's going to run even before he does, yes." Sang-Chul nodded. "Tricky, but not impossible."

"Not impossible.." Chun-Soo repeated. "Not impossible.."

As the night wore on Chun-Soo's eyes became weary, but he fought to stay focused. He had to know the secret. He had to know what would allow him to get past that man, steal from him, outplay him, outsmart him.

Sang-Chul's hands were starting to become restless also, one of them rubbing lightly under Chun-Soo's chin while the other caressed his stomach, and Chun-Soo fought not to get distracted. He knew Sang-Chul would probably want to fuck before the night was over, and it was hard for him not to just give in then and there. Sang-Chul knew how to touch him, knew how to turn him on with just a glance, just a word. He'd learned all that within a span of weeks, mastered it down to a science.

They were just starting to view the last video-Brazil vs. Germany-when Sang-Chul's mouth started to enter into the equation, nibbling gently at his neck.

"Sang-Chul.." Chun-Soo said, trying to sound stern and failing miserably.

"Hmm..do you know what else is not impossible?" Sang-Chul purred against his ear.

"Wh-what?" Chun-Soo blinked furiously as heat was triggered within him by the sound of that silky voice. Damn, but it's so hard to resist him..

"You..scoring against them. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Scoring against Brazil? Him, Lee Chun-Soo, scoring against Brazil? Hell yes, that would be wonderful. Chun-Soo wanted that.

"Oh yeah.." he whispered, aware that Sang-Chul's hands were now moving more freely about, fondling him.

His vision grew blurry. The screen was now a flash of yellow and green-and the occasional white. The screams of the supporters sounded like a hollow distant echo, the only thing registering in his senses being Sang-Chul's body wrapped around his own and those roaming hands, that deep, commanding voice.

"You will score against them..and then you run off to celebrate, pumping your fists into the air.."

Chun-Soo closed his eyes and imagined it. Imagined the supporters clad in red, beating the winter's chill with their heated drumming and dancing, screaming his name as he ran to celebrate his goal.

"..and do you know what I'm going to do, Chun-Soo?"

"What?"

"I'm going to run after you, and then I'm going to hold you like this.." his arms tightened around Chun-Soo, causing him to gasp. "..and then I wrestle you to the ground."

"Sang-Chul.." his voice came out like a desperate plea.

"And then I start feeling you up like this.." one of his hands came up Chun-Soo's body, his fingers finding one nipple and starting to play with it. Chun-Soo couldn't help but moan, his own body betraying him. "..and I touch you all around, wherever I want to."

Damnit, damnit, damnit..why does he have to do this?

"You'll let me touch you wherever I want to, because you're just too damn hot to resist me.." Sang-Chul said into his ears. "So I'll let my hands roam around, feeling your little body squirm in my grip.."

"Sa-sang-Chul.." Chun-Soo moaned. "Please.."

"Yes, beg with me." Sang-Chul said darkly. "I love hearing you beg, Chun-Soo. I love how easy it is to make you beg..what a desperate little thing you are.."

Chun-Soo shook his head, tried to regain some of his control. But it was steadily failing, and the struggle was futile.

"Imagine that, Chun-Soo. You and I rolling around the grass, and there will be sixty thousand people watching, and they're all gonna see me do this.."

he used one hand and grabbed at the front part of Chun-Soo's pants, none-too-gently. Chun-Soo whimpered aloud and threw his head back against the older man's shoulder, panting heavily.

"You'll show them, won't you?" Sang-Chul said. "You'll show them what a dirty little bitch you are.."

The crowd roared-he heard them scream, heard them shout, heard the passionate drumbeats echo in his ears. And Sang-Chul's hands were on him, touching and teasing, manipulating him to his will..

"You like it when I do this, don't you? You like it when I take you over, when I make you beg, when I make you scream.."

Chun-Soo's brain threatened to shutdown. Sang-Chul's words permeated his very being, turning him on to no end. He was being played. He was being played yet again, and Sang-Chul was loving it. He was loving every moment of it.

"I only have to touch you like this to turn you on..it's so easy to make you all hot and wanting, isn't it? And when I do it in front of all those people, you'll put on a good show for them, won't you?"

Sang-Chul massaged the bulge in his pants roughly, his other hand still busy pinching and playing Chun-Soo's left nipple, his breath tickling hotly at his neck. Chun-Soo felt his body set on fire, his chest heaving rapidly.

"They will all see you, Chun-Soo. They will all see you for what you really are.." he leaned in close and spoke mockingly. "Nothing but a horny little whore."

Chun-Soo bit down on his lip hard and forced himself to speak. If this is what Sang-Chul wanted, then fuck him, he can have it. "Yeah..and they'll see that you're nothing but an old, fucking queer."

That did it.

If there was one thing Sang-Chul didn't like, it was Chun-Soo taunting him about his age. Whenever he'd brought that up, the result was always punishment, and Chun-Soo decided that was just as well tonight if Sang-Chul wanted to break him.

Growling deep inside his chest, the older man pushed Chun-Soo away from him, his strength causing Chun-Soo to land on his face on the mattress, near the edge of the bed. Before he had time to react Sang-Chul had pounced on him, weighing down on his back and snarling in his ears.

"You haven't learned your lessons, have you.." he said menacingly. "Maybe I should spank you again.."

Chun-Soo fought down the urge to retort, he just tried to look away from the older man' s face.

"Or maybe I should use my belt on you again-but this time instead of tying you up, I may just whip you with it. Would you like that? Have some scars on that pretty little back of yours?"

Chun-Soo shuddered at the suggestion. Had he pushed Sang-chul too far?

"Or.." he felt the weight of the old man shifting a bit, heard the sound of a drawer being pulled open and closed. "..maybe it's time I use this on you?"

Sang-Chul dangled something shiny and made out of metal in front of his nose, and Chun-Soo instantly recognized it. His handcuffs. He'd brought it with him after the Bucheon match, but they hadn't used it that night. That was part of his reward, that he was allowed the free use of his hands. Now, he knew he couldn't expect the same sort of freedom.

"You'd like that, won't you?" Sang-Chul growled in his ears. "You actually like it when I do this, when I make you helpless.."

Chun-Soo bit back the moan that was threatening to escape his lips. He wasn't going to allow Sang-Chul the pleasure of knowing it so easily. But Sang-Chul knew, he knew anyway, and the laughter that came out of him told the story.

Chun-Soo felt his arms being yanked forcefully behind him, and the cold steel was snapped onto his wrists, locked at its tightest setting. The cuffs were hard and had no yield, and he was sure to end up with bloody scratches if this was any sign.

Sang-Chul pulled him up by his hips, until he was on his knees with his face still pressed against the mattress. His pants were hastily undone and yanked down his waist, exposing his ass. Sang-Chul stroked him for a while there and seemed to contemplate spanking him, but in the end he refrained. He pulled Chun-Soo's pants and underwear down until they bunched up at the joint of his knees, and Chun-Soo heard a buckle and a zipper being undone.

"Look up.." Sang-Chul commanded. "Look at the screen."

Chun-Soo did this, painfully resting his face on his chin, looking up to see as the match proceeded on the television. Sang-Chul must have grabbed for the remote and turned up the volume, because now the noise of the crowd felt like it was all around them. It gave him the perverse sensation that they were being watched, and he was sure this was exactly what Sang-Chul was aiming for.

He felt the older man's cock rubbing at his entrance-already hard and dripping. Pre-cum soiled his entrance, and then worked further inside by one of Sang-Chul's long fingers. Chun-Soo moaned and whimpered as his ass was prepared, his prostate nudged and rubbed against, his own cock hardening beneath his body.

Sang-Chul took his finger out and set his hands on Chun-Soo's hips, and Chun-Soo wanted to stop him, wanted to beg him to give him more time, that he wasn't ready. But his voice failed him and soon enough, he felt the older man's cock breaching into him, slamming home and burying itself fully with one savage thrust.

Chun-Soo screamed, suddenly finding his voice again. It hurt, it hurt like hell-but damnit, it felt so good. So fucking good. Sang-Chul's cock like a hot hard rod that was splitting him in half, riding him without mercy. The older man was shoving into him in full force, never giving him any respite.

Chun-Soo moaned with each stroke, his eyesight swimming in and out of focus. He caught bare glimpses of the ball being played, rolling across the grass, passed between nimble feet, the figures that danced and dashed across the screen and that bald head..who was it? Ronaldo? Carlos? Screw it, why should he care? He was bound and kneeling and being fucked out of his wits, and that was all that mattered.

Behind him, Sang-Chul was grunting and breathing hard, his thrusts becoming more urgent. It was so fast and so intense that Chun-Soo barely had time to think, to ease himself into it. His cock lay hard and neglected as Sang-Chul pounded hard into him and finally came, a gushing of fiery seed into Chun-Soo's ass that he welcomed with a loud, sustained wail.

Sang-Chul stayed inside him for a long while, emptying himself, while Chun-Soo fought to keep his knees from buckling under his weight, the way it trembled so badly. Sang-Chul pulled out, finally, and roughly yanked Chun-Soo's arm, pulling him up with him.

They both landed back on the bed, Sang-Chul leaning against the pillows with a satisfied little smile on his face, Chun-Soo landing not so gracefully beside him, looking at the older man expectantly.

Sang-Chul didn't return his gaze--he casually took his pants and underwear all the way off and kicked them over the side of the bed, leaving himself completely naked. He then proceeded to do the same for Chun-Soo, peeling off the rest of his clothes. Chun-Soo was glad to be free from the fabric tangle at his legs, but he wanted something else also, and he kept on looking at Sang-Chul, waiting for it.

"What?" Sang-Chul looked at him. "I'm watching this.." he gestured at the television.

Chun-Soo almost couldn't believe his ears. Sang-Chul acted as if nothing had happened, casually leaning back and watching the match with a lazy expression.

"Sang-Chul.." he whispered faintly.

"Hmm?" came the disinterested reply.

"Can I..can I come yet?"

Sang-Chul turned to look at him with a look that suggested Chun-Soo had just said something thoroughly ridiculous.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you come? You were a bad boy.."

"I know.." Chun-Soo nodded. "But..can I please come? I just.."

Sang-Chul shook his head and looked at him, his eyes furious. "You haven't done anything to earn your release, you little whore. I did all the work!"

Chun-Soo was nearly in tears now. So this is it, then. Sang-Chul's decided to play mind games with him. And the old bastard was winning. He was winning big time.

"Please.." he begged. "What do I have to do? Tell me, tell me and I'll do it.."

"Ssshhhh!!!" Sang-Chul reached out and clamped one hand over his mouth. "Can't you see I'm watching this?"

Chun-Soo shook his head. Damnit, this couldn't be happening. This had to be a nightmare. He pleaded with eyes, tried to crawl closer to Sang-Chul, trying to get his attention. Sang-Chul's eyes remained fixed on the TV, his hand still firmly clasped on Chun-Soo's mouth, stalling any words.

Chun-Soo nudged him a little with his legs, whimpered at him, trying to do anything that would make him acknowledge his presence. Finally, after much effort, Sang-Chul shook his head and turned to look at him, a dismayed expression on his face.

The eyes that looked at him made Chun-Soo want to shrink and disappear, but there was nowhere for him to go.

"Desperate little whore.." Sang-Chul muttered low and let go of his mouth, his hand moving to the back of his head. "Get over here."

Chun-Soo was yanked by his hair and pulled along awkwardly, his cuffed hands giving him no balance. Sang-Chul pulled him and then pushed him down by the back of his neck, and Chun-Soo was presented with the sight of the older man's limp cock, still bearing some excess fluid from his earlier release.

"Do a good job, and maybe I'll let you come." Sang-Chul said. "Maybe."

Chun-Soo didn't waste any time. He opened his mouth and started licking at the huge organ, trying to tease it back into hardness. He started sucking lightly at the tip and held it upright, trying to give it as much stimulus at possible. It took several long minutes until his tongue went sore, but he finally had the cock standing erect.

He looked up at Sang-Chul's expression and felt like he'd been whacked in the face, because the older man was thoroughly ignorant to what he was doing, eyes still firmly fixed on the television. He also bore no visible effort to control his arousal, as if nothing was happening.

Chun-Soo bit back a silent curse and returned to his task, licking along the underside of the long shaft and then taking the tip into his mouth, before working his way down. He went as deep as he could, sucking on as much flesh as he could, pushing his sore mouth to its limits, then pulling back until only the head was between his lips.

He teased and licked at the slit of Sang-Chul's cock, feeling warm liquid starting to ooze out of it, swallowing all of it and desperate for more. He continued sucking and bobbing his head up and down on the long, hard shaft for several minutes, desperate to get it to start throbbing, start spurting into his mouth. Sang-Chul remained unbothered and even yawned at one point, making Chun-Soo feel utterly humiliated.

Finally, after long, torturous minutes of hard work, he felt the older man's cock start to throb inside his mouth. He pulled back, welcoming the hot sputter of cum into him with an utmost sense of relief, swallowing it down gladly, gulping down the thick liquid with much effort, careful not to spill any of it.

When it was finally over he carefully let go of Sang-Chul's cock, easing it back down to the bed of curls of his pubic hair so as not to show any disrespect, and leaned back on his haunches, trying to remedy his sore back. He looked at Sang-Chul expectantly, his own cock so hard and swollen that it was almost painful, his veins feeling like they were ready to burst.

Sang-Chul, aside from his slightly laboured breathing showed no signs that he had just experienced an orgasm, or that he cared at all. He turned from the television briefly to glance Chun-Soo over, the look on his face bewildered.

"What?" he asked. "I said, 'maybe', didn't I?"

Chun-Soo just wanted to die. His hardness was begging for release, but he didn't dare to come before Sang-Chul let him. He allowed himself to fall back on the bed, landing on his shoulder, his cuffed hands making movement difficult as he crawled to get to where Sang-Chul's head lay.

"Sang-Chul.." he said. "Please, let me come.."

Sang-Chul shook his head, once again fixed on the television. Chun-Soo didn't know what else to do. He was growing desperate, and as he leaned in closer he felt a single tear starting to fall down his face, followed by another.

"Please.." he sobbed into the older man's ear. "Please.."

Sang-Chul reacted by grabbing him by his chin and pulling him in close, his eyes burning straight to him. Chun-Soo could only look back, not knowing what else he could do to end his torture. Seeing his condition, the older man snickered and leaned into him, licking the tears off his cheek one by one. He did this slowly, deliberately, and Chun-Soo could only close his eyes and feel the hot, textured tongue lap at him.

"My..you do look pretty when you cry." Sang-Chul commented. "Maybe I should make you cry more often."

"Please, no.." Chun-Soo begged, shaking his head. "Please, just let me come.."

Sang-Chul looked like he was thinking about something, then sighed. "Let's see if you can get me off again, little whore..using that tight ass of yours."

For a while Chun-Soo couldn't figure out what he meant, but he saw as Sang-Chul leaned back against the pillows and put his hands behind his head, opening his legs slightly. Chun-Soo looked at him, unsure if he was being asked to do what he thought he was being asked to do.

"Well?" Sang-Chul said to him. "I'm waiting.."

Chun-Soo took a deep breath and started crawling over, maneuvering himself until he was on top of Sang-Chul, straddling his hips. He started moving his ass, rubbing it against the older man's cock to tease him back into hardness, trying to get his bound hands to move as far down as possible to help the process.

He could only use the tip of his fingers to massage Sang-Chul's groin lightly, but little by little he could feel the shaft once again hardening against the crack of his ass. Sang-Chul still had his hands behind his head, and peering over Chun-Soo's shoulder as if all he did was obscure his view of the television screen. Chun-Soo tried to shake off the unpleasant sensation of being ignored, focusing on his task.

Once Sang-Chul was hard again, he knew he had to get it inside of him again, somehow. Chun-Soo tried for several moments, with no success, his hard cock throbbing urgently, reminding him to be quick about it. Sang-Chul yawned again, not even looking at him, and Chun-Soo fought back the curse that was waiting at the tip of his tongue.

In one last desperate attempt, he used his hands as much as he could and reached down, grasping the slick head between his slippery fingers, and tried to guide it into him. He closed his eyes, inching down slowly, his entire body sore from the effort but he was determined to get it done. Finally, he felt the head of Sang-Chul's large cock starting to slip into him.

It was easier to get him in afterwards-his ass was still slick from the previous fucking, but it was still tight. Chun-Soo fought the pain, fought the urge to moan and cry as he inched down further, taking Sang-Chul's length inside his ass, slowly lowering himself until at last he found himself sitting on the older man's groin, fully impaled on his cock, his entire body gone slack with exhaustion.

"What, do you expect me to do the work?" Sang-Chul said. "No fucking way. Do it yourself."

Chun-Soo nodded weakly and started to move his body up and down, trying to get a rhythm going. Without his hands as leverage there was little he could do, and a few times Sang-Chul's length almost slipped out of him entirely, but he quickly clamped down on it and corrected its position.

This went on for several moments until Chun-Soo was nearly desperate, his sore legs and back starting to fail him. But his own cock was still hard, still demanding release, still swollen and dripping.

Sang-Chul finally snorted, taking his hands from the back of his head and placing them on Chun-Soo's hips. "Looks like you're not as good as you think you are.."

Chun-Soo didn't care what was being said, just as long as he could be free from this torture. He looked at Sang-Chul with his weary eyes, breathing hard.

"This.." Sang-Chul gripped his hips tightly. "..is how you do it."

With that, he started moving Chun-Soo up and down on him, bouncing him hard and deep on his length. Chun-Soo felt Sang-Chul's cock being driven deep into him over and over, in a wild, thumping rhythm that was almost too much for him too bear. Sang-Chul's hands guided their pace, holding him tightly as he was fucked through and through, moaning and whimpering aloud.

It didn't take long for Sang-Chul to reach his climax, shooting up Chun-Soo's ass in a hot burst, and Chun-Soo felt his own release drawing near, but he did not dare let it go through, not until Sang-Chul allowed it.

For awhile neither of them moved, both panting and sweating, Sang-Chul's spent member still encased in Chun-Soo's ass, leaking release onto their bodies. Then, he casually reached down and tugged lightly at Chun-Soo's cock, causing him to shut his eyes tight and squirm.

"You want to come?"

"Yes.." Chun-Soo nodded.

"Fine, come then. I don't care."

The words triggered his release and Chun-Soo came long and hard, his seed splashing on the older man's stomach, his limbs feeling like they were suddenly boneless, blood pounding in his ears. Sang-Chul then casually pulled out of him, his arms sliding Chun-Soo's limp body off him, landing at his side. Chun-Soo closed his eyes, thoroughly exhausted and wanting nothing more than a long, deep sleep.

"Wait, wait.." Chun-Soo held him by his chin, then gestured at the puddles of liquid on his stomach. "Clean up your mess first."

Weakly, Chun-Soo scooted over and began licking his cum off the older man's body, lapping everything up diligently, leaving nothing behind and swallowing them all into his mouth, tasting his own release mingled with Sang-Chul's sweat. Then, finally, he was allowed to slump back against the bed, his head resting on a pillow.

"Sleep." Sang-Chul said. "I'll decide when to release your hands..if I release you at all."

Chun-Soo closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to come and envelop him. He could still hear the crowd roaring on the television, the muted voices of the commentators and the drumming, but the sound diminished with every second as everything around him slowly faded into black-and then he felt no more.

As the boy lay asleep, his body rising and falling in rhythm to his steadily slowing breath, Sang-Chul smiled and watched him, stroking through the blonde strands with one hand. He lowered himself and kissed Chun-Soo on his forehead, being gentle so as not to wake him up.

Sang-Chul slowly reached over to the bedside table and took a remote control, aiming it at the television. At the push of a button the tape stopped playing, then he turned off the VCR and then the television as well. Sang-Chul returned the remote to its place and picked up a different remote, one that seemed similar to the other one if given only a passing glance. He aimed it and pressed a button.

On a rack in the TV cabinet, just above the television set, an inconspicuous red light that had been blinking all night long also went out.

Smiling, Sang-Chul slowly slid off the bed, getting some feeling back in his wobbly feet as he walked towards the TV cabinet. He reached up with one hand and expertly pushed a button on the HandyCam, muffling the mechanical sounds with his palm as the tape inside was ejected. He pulled it out and turned the camera off, then retrieved the tape's plastic container and put it back in, all without noise.

Then he walked to one of the small drawers of the TV cabinet, pulling it out slowly and putting the tape inside. It joined another similar tape inside an old shoebox--that was the first one. He made that one the night after the Bucheon match, and what a tame episode that was compared to this one, he thought with a smile.

He closed the drawer and returned to the bed, crawling on and pulling the blankets up with him, covering Chun-Soo's body as well as his. Sang-Chul kissed the boy's cheek and laid his body down beside him, smiling at his peaceful expression.

"Don't you worry, my beautiful one.." he whispered. "It will only get better from now on, I promise you."

~FIN~