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Taming Him

Summary:

Khimhant's got Porchay right where he wants him but Pa Korn has urged him to approach his love with tender loving care. Always a good son - Khimhant plans to do exactly that and goes to his eldest brother for help.

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Fourth story in the Him Series. This series should be read in order.

**Author's warning: These are mostly only Kim's thoughts and feelings not actual actions at this time but toxic means toxic. Please do not read if you do not like the word and what it entails. Not everyone does and I completely respect that.

I was hanging up my keyboard ready to call it a day - though wanting to still write - it seemed I had nothing new to say - but when I woke up this morning this story wanted to come out and play - so I hope you enjoy it and Khimhant's crazy ways - but read with caution because dear Khimhant has finally gotten his hands on Porchay! 😂😂

Sorry for that but I am just so giddy that I found the desire to write this next installment. It did take a turn from where I wanted it to go but I'm pleased with the detour. I hope you are, too!

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Khimhant was in love. Absolutely smitten. The soft big eyed little kitten walking towards him was fucking perfection. 

 

And as of this moment - all his.

 

Big was escorting him across the lobby. Porchay was talking a mile a minute. His eyes were lit up with excitement - his lips tilted up in a smile - hands gesturing and pointing with each new thing that caught his attention.

 

Every fluttering movement was a delectable treat. The boy was so fucking edible. Khimhant licked at his lower lip, biting at it as he imagined how Porchay would taste. His cock twitched at the imagery tantalizing his imagination. Smooth naked skin spread out before him - vulnerable to Khimhant's eyes, his hands, his mouth - so accessible - so malleable - so fucking inviting.

 

His poor baby's throat would become raw from his screams - and from Khimhant's cock - as he fucked into his mouth deep and hard. Porchay would be hoarse more often than naught. A tiny deviant smile pulled at Khimhant's lips. He could barely contain his desire to hear his boy sound so beautifully used.

 

Porchay was made for it - for Khimhant. Khimhant knew that from the bottom of his heart. Those eyes - that mouth - they practically begged to be abused. His ass, too - Khimhant leered, his eyes drifting downward as Porchay and Big passed by Khimhant, not seeing him hidden in the shadows - watching.

 

Porchay's back view was as sinfully delicious as his front. Despite being lean and slim hipped - his ass was surprisingly firm and plump - so very enticing. He stared transfixed, letting his eyes raise, noting the smooth curve of his tiny waist, too. Khimhant could probably span Porchay's midriff with his two hands.

 

Obscene imagery suddenly obscured his sight. Lewd thoughts of Porchay's lush cheeks and narrow waistline leading him down filthy paths - then to far dirtier ones - and even more downright vulgar ones after that. The images were all different but of the same salacious theme; Porchay bent over - ass in the air. Porchay on his back - legs splayed wide. Porchay on Khimhant’s lap - straddling his hips. Porchay on his knees - eyes staring wide and helpless his mouth stuffed full.

 

Porchay... Porchay... Porchay... doing anything Khimhant wanted - however he wanted - whenever he wanted - wherever... he wanted. His mind boggled at his prurient musings as he simultaneously patted himself on the back for being a very lucky man.

 

His boy would please him so well. He would - in time - be so wonderfully obedient. Khimhant had been able to tell at a glance that Porchay was a natural born people pleaser. With that mouth Khimhant thought, he was most likely a natural born cock sucker, too.

 

These possibilities boded well for their future. Their personalities should complement each other. Khimhant was driven to protect what was his and Porchay was his - unequivocally. Khimhant would - with natural ease - cherish and safeguard his most prized possession however he saw fit. His soft precious Porchay would only need to do as he was told. All things considered Khimhant believed it wouldn't take long for Porchay to follow his lead.

 

Khimhant wasn't stupid though. He knew they would - like all new couples - have their differences that they would need to overcome. Porchay - naturally introverted - would feel shy at times but Khimhant didn't mind that at all. He actually anticipated those moments to come. Stumbling blocks could be pleasurable moments when handled correctly and Khimhant would most definitely be sure to handle Porchay with care.

 

Showing Porchay the way of things - taming him - he thought as his eyes tracked his love across the room - was going to be so fucking fun.

 

They would have many teachable moments. Khimhant knew Porchay would learn in time. Khimhant would be sure to be loving and patient - repeating each lesson until Porchay understood what Khimhant wanted - what was expected - what it meant to be Khimhant's good boy. 

 

There was no rush though - none at all. His wide-eyed lovely could take all the time he needed. With so much pleasure to be had in the teaching alone - there was no need to set a frantic pace. Khimhant would gladly fuck his boy as many times as needed. There would be no need to quibble over something so insignificant as time. As it was, he had forever and that should almost be enough.

 

He couldn't and didn't expect perfection from Porchay. He even expected a token battle or two. His boy would definitely balk at some of the more... titillating sessions. Khimhant anticipated those the most. Though they would require Khimhant to be more assertive - less kind - but he knew Porchay would ultimately thank him in the end.

 

There would come a day that he would finally have Porchay completely as he wanted. His boy would eventually understand the need for all of the rules and he would flourish under them, too - under Khimhant. He would become the perfect docile lover - eager to please - biddable.

 

A submissive finally worthy of a superior such as himself.

 

But until then... until that day came... Khimhant would guide Porchay and help him along. With a firm hand he would show him the... ropes.

 

Khimhant chuckled at his own whit, his eyes roving hungrily over Porchay as he finally stepped from the shadows, walking slowly towards the angel that was now here... and his.

 

It had been less than a day since he'd met him - last seen him - but it felt like years. He had not even touched him once. Waiting for his boy - holding back - as his father had advised - despite now having him in his clutches - was going to be far harder than he had imagined.

 

Self-denial was not a characteristic Khimhant embraced. Restraint was for the foolish and Khimhant was no fool. But his father's warning about Porchay and the risk of breaking him had brought forth a cautionary side Khimhant didn't even know he possessed. He consoled himself with the fact that his self-sacrifice would pay off in the end.

 

It was just that he loved this boy so much. This love - so new and fragile - compounded the difficulties he faced in waiting. Keeping his hands to himself - should he be able to - would be an incredible feat. It would by far be the most hellish challenge he had ever faced.

 

As he reached Porchay and looked down into his lovely face - he assured himself - the boy would be well worth the wait. The exquisite creature with his shining eyes, plump lips, and fetching body would compensate him in all sorts of wickedly satisfying ways.

 

"Khimhant!" Porchay exclaimed, looking up at him, his cheeks flushed a charming pink. "I came like you said. Where's Porsche?" he asked turning his head, looking around - searching in eager anticipation.

 

Both his words and actions took Khimhant aback - then anger set in. Talking about his brother - looking for his brother - none of his attention or excitement for Khimhant at all. Jealousy stirred. An ugly new feeling settled in his chest. Khimhant embraced it - his instinctive possessiveness validated the dark feelings swirling inside. Porchay should be looking at him - thinking about him - be excited about seeing him - only him - he internally raged.

 

Khimhant wanted to snatch Porchay's wrist and drag him into a room - mark him up - inside and out. Khimhant's body vibrated with the need to show the boy the error of his ways and to make sure he never did it again.

 

Khimhant seethed inside. His vexation knew no bounds. How could Porchay not understand the depths of his feelings - the depths of his need. How dare his precious boy ignore what was between them - especially for another man?

 

Porchay blinked and took a step back at whatever he saw on Khimhant's face. Breathing deeply, Khimhant quickly quieted his outrage and schooled his features, softening them to ease the hesitancy suddenly showing in his kitten's wide frightened eyes.

 

"Welcome, Porchay," Khimhant said sliding smoothly into a faux friendly greeting. "I'm so glad you made it." He glanced around the building then back at the smaller boy with nothing but smiling charm. "It's a big place, isn't it?” he asked, using idle harmless chitchat as a distraction to bring the boy back to his initial state of excitement.

 

He couldn't have his Porchay be scared. Not yet. Not that kind of fear at least. He wanted him completely comfortable with him before he started to rock their foundation. Rock it and reshape it into the beautiful unbreakable connection it would ultimately become.

 

The distraction worked and Khimhant listened with one ear as Porchay gushed over his home. As the boy did so with genuine enthusiasm, Khimhant couldn't prevent himself from doing some internal gushing of his own - over Porchay.

 

His skin looked so fucking soft. It shown golden without one blemish - luminous. His hair was a little shaggy but it beckoned his fingers, the shiny black strands looked so silky to the touch. And his smell - it was indescribable - spicey sweet. Khimhant was torn between wanting to sniff that long graceful neck or lick it to see if he tasted as good as he smelled. It was all he could do not to give into the impulse and find out right there on the spot.

 

Fucking self-restraint - it was cruel and unusual punishment.

 

The realization that he might not be able to keep his hands off this irresistible kitten, had Khimhant mentally shifting gears - and his plans for the afternoon. He was going to need help - and fast. And there was no one other than his big brother Tankhun - expert in all things - to help him make it through this bullshit also known as self-control.

 

As Porchay wound down, Khimhant launched into his pre-planned speech about Porsche being sent off unexpectedly this morning for work. The truth was there was no way the two could meet right now. Kinn was just starting to get Porsche under full control. If Porsche was to suddenly see his younger brother here, Kinn feared all of his hard work would come undone. And if Porsche freaked out - Porchay would freak out and that just would not do.

 

The two would eventually be reunited. Khimhant a self-proclaimed selfish bastard would not sink that low to keep his boy apart from his brother forever but it would still take time. Just by Porchay's greeting today alone, Khimhant could see their brother bond was tight, far too close for his peace of mind. Porchay's love and attention needed to be redirected to him and him alone. He could keep his brother - but only as close in his affections as Khimhant allowed.

 

In the future - if he were a good by - Khimhant would reward him with a visit or two if he wanted. Khimhant did adore his own brother's so he could understand that he might never be able to fully destroy that familial love but until it was greatly weakened, Khimhant would keep them apart for Porchay's own good.

 

Porchay looked hugely deflated at his news and his eyes shimmered with tears. Khimhant grit his teeth and glanced away to hide the madness swirling in the dark irises at Porchay's unhidden disappointment and continued one-track thoughts of his brother and seemingly nothing else.

 

The urge again to stake his claim hummed even stronger through his blood. He wanted Porchay naked - spread eagled - helpless as Khimhant stood over him, stroking himself, telling Porchay in all the ways he was his before bathing that divine body in Khimhant's hot release, establishing irrevocably with the boy just who he belonged to now.

 

Knowing he was close to the edge of his control, Khimhant quickly sent his brother a text - then smiled at Porchay with warmth inviting him to tour where his brother Porsche... worked and then to meet his eldest brother Tankhun as well, adding that his brother would be happy to regal Porchay with stories about Porsche. He went on to further explain that Porsche had at one time worked directly under Tankhun and that they had become fast friends and that his brother would love to meet Porsche's younger one.

 

As expected, that was all it took to make Porchay's smile reappear, blinding in its brilliance. Khimhant vowed right then and there that one-day Porchay would smile at him exactly that way.

 

Khimhant placed his hand at Porchay's waist, pausing for the briefest of moments as he enjoyed touching him for the very first time - the warm firm body under the thin layer of cloth feeling even more wondrous than he had imagined. Ignoring the desire to sneak his fingertips up under his shirt to feel the satiny smoothness that he knew lay beneath, he lightly pushed his palm forward prompting Porchay to walk with him toward the elevator.

 

As the doors slid shut with a whirring swoosh, Khimhant closed his eyes in satisfied triumph. No one went up without authorization and no one - but no one - ever went back down without explicit permission. Porchay was well and truly caught in Khimhant's web.

 

His heart settled as the peace of knowing his boy was forever safe and contained within his domain wrapped around him. He closed his eyes enjoying that tranquil moment before opening them back up and grinning as he watched the unsuspecting youth stare out the windows of the elevator as they were whisked up - up to his new home.

 

The higher they went - the harder he got. Tranquility was replaced with a low internal buzzing that built and built as they climbed - his blood pumping hotly - his dick thickening in anticipation - not in the least bothered by a flimsy promise of self-restraint.

 

The bell pinged and Big stepped out - Porchay and he following behind at the guard's nod of all clear. Khimhant carefully shielded his erection though he made no attempt to get his rampant sex under control. It felt too fucking good.

 

As they walked, Khimhant explained to Porchay where they were - his brother Tankhun's floor - promising a tour of the complex after a short visit with him. The real truth of why they were seeing his brother first - Khimhant didn't dare share. The fact that Porchay wouldn't have survived a tour and kept his innocence in tact was not something Porchay needed to know. Neither did he need to know that Khimhant was holding on by a thread - every room they passed, every floor, every single fucking wall looked like the perfect place to thrust Porchay into or up against before divesting him of his clothes and thrusting into his hot tight hole. 

 

Knowing he could make things far more difficult for himself with Porchay if he gave into his baser desires, he'd decided to seek out his brother immediately. Once Tankhun met the new addition to the family, Tankhun could advise him down the right path of how to fully make Porchay his own.

 

His brother was crazy - as crazy as they came - a product of multiple abductions and horrible tortures. But that didn't mean Tankhun was dull witted - far from it. He was highly intelligent and very attuned. He could figure a person out by just speaking with them briefly. He also figured out quite a bit with what went unsaid, too. He was mercurial and unpredictable and sneaky – sneaky - sneaky. Khimhant could count on him like no other - except maybe Kinn.

 

Tankhun's reaction to seeing Porchay was everything he expected and more. In a flash he was on his feet and across the room sweeping the boy up into his arms and twirling him around.

 

"Oh Kimmy, how precious - a little mini-Porsche!" he said in trilling delight, making Khimhant frown.

 

Porchay simply smiled sweetly and bowed politely, formally introducing himself. This set Tankhun off into another long series of gushes about his new youngest brother.

 

Khimhant continued to frown. He simply could not see the resemblance his brother claimed was there - in any way. Porchay was soft silk, fluff, sunbeams, and pure sugar. Porsche was leather, rough edges, sarcasm, and bitter coffee. Though they resembled each other in looks, Porchay was by far more beautiful - an angel - something Porsche could never aspire to be compared to. Porsche was someone Khimhant would never desire to touch. Porchay - Porchay he would fuck - he knew - until death did they part.

 

Khimhant came back to the moment, his eyes dark orbs of want. His need was growing by the minute and he looked pleadingly at his brother for help. Left unchecked it would only be minutes - not days - before he gave in to this lust.

 

Love was more powerful than he realized - an emotional aphrodisiac that could take a man to his knees. Khimhant was far more interested in bringing Chay to his - obsessively so, but he'd been warned to not rush the desire - to not take with immediate force. The wait was killing him, though. He should have been balls deep inside of his boy by now.

 

Tankhun giggled and eyed Porchay knowingly his eyes dancing in merriment at Khimhant's predicament but he didn't tease him for long. Instead, he took charge and ushered Porchay into his rooms and settled him on one of his plush sofas.

 

Porchay sat while Tankhun insisted he'd make him a fruity drink. Porchay accepted readily, listening attentively as Tankhun talked throughout about Porsche. As expected, he had a lot of stories and Khimhant was sure many versions told were watered down. Khimhant was thankful. He didn't want Porchay to be distracted by useless worry about his brother.

 

Porchay sipped the fruity concoction watching Tankhun as he continued to talk. He giggled and gasped and exclaimed at the stories told about the ridiculous antics his brother had gotten up to while employed. The sounds Porchay made settled in Khimhant's balls and teased his dick like a verbal stroke. The little puffs of laughter that escaped - Khimhant swore he could feel them brush across his tip. That mouth of his with that pretty pink tongue - Khimhant stared at it with lascivious hunger. He wanted nothing more than for it to lick along his slit. He wanted to be tasted, sucked, and lapped - gods he wanted to come, pouring his essence down Porchay's throat. Swallowing tightly, Khimhant promised himself one of the first things his boy was going to learn was how to suck him off.

 

Khimhant's nipples tightened and his tongue licked at his lips. The fine hairs on his body lifted as his cock twitched - expanded - until it was straining profusely against the fly of his leather pants - precum seeping - his hard-on painfully weeping for relief.

 

Despite his body's near desperate need for release, he sat quietly - simply watching his brother with Porchay only half paying attention. His brother caught his eye then glanced down at his obvious and growing problem. He gave him a knowing smirk and tilted his head towards the bathroom.

 

"Khimhant dear, you look pale. Why don't you go into my bathroom to see if you can find something to help take the... edge off," he teased. "You'll find a bottle of that special... oil you like so much, as well. Feel free to use it if it will... help," he finished saying his eyes once again alight with teasing laughter as he encouraged him to go jack off, unbeknownst to Porchay.

 

After only the slightest hesitation, Khimhant gave in. He eyed Porchay longingly as he left the room, forcing down his desire to bring the boy along, too. Instead, he was left only with the mental images of his love but it was more than enough. Within moments Khimhant was stroking himself - his breathing escalating with every jerk of his wrist. He closed his eyes, picturing large innocent eyes - luscious lips and an ass that just wouldn't quit. His palm tightened around his engorged length pumping even more desperately as he lost himself in the imagery of a naked Porchay - begging Khimhant to cum - quivering in anticipation of being covered with his lover's seed - most content when Khimhant shared all of himself.

 

A tingling - shivering sensation stirred in his groin and spread up along his spine. Khimhant knew then he was close. In mere seconds he came with a harsh guttural moan. He rode out the moment not wanting it to end. His hand still milking his cock encouraging the cloudy white fluid to spurt out - as much as it could - loving nothing more than that sensation as he chased his pleasure wanting to prolong the beautiful synchronicity between body and mind that culminated into this perfect fucking delicious moment.

 

Almost perfect, he corrected himself long moments later as he cleaned himself up. Actual perfection would require Porchay, but until then, he thought with a deep sigh, arching his neck back with a growly moan - this would have to do. At least he was no longer walking around waving his erection for the whole fucking world to see.  

 

As he stepped from the room, he was met by Tankhun. Khimhant raised his brow in question at the very pleased look on his brother's face.

 

"All taken care of, poor baby?" he asked with a wink.

 

Khimhant only rolled his eyes and nodded.

 

Tankhun smiled brightly back. "Well, I understand perfectly. It's why I came in here - to tell you - you have chosen well. He is adorable. So similar to Porsche but so different, too. He is perfect for you!" Tankhun enthused.

 

Khimhant preened at his brother's approval.

 

"And," he said, his eyes glittering in excitement, "Despite what Pa said, I don't think you need to wait a minute more to claim your little Porchay. In fact, I've already taken the necessary steps and in," he stopped to look at the watch on his arm, "about ten minutes you can get that boy naked and, on all fours," he stopped then and waved his arm, "or whatever position you just mentally had him as you beat one out in my bathroom - which I hope you thoroughly cleaned!"

 

Khimhant swallowed saliva - his dick already twitching - again - despite just cumming mere minutes ago. He was more than ready to go if what his brother had just said was true.

 

"How?  What?" he asked, fumbling to express a coherent thought.

 

"How? A new little fantastic magic powder fresh off the market," Tankhun explained with a wink. "And what do you mean 'what' you horny idiot? Fucking that boy's brains out if course!" he exclaimed as if it all was self-evident.

 

It absolutely wasn't clear to Khimhant, cloudy at best, but he was more concentrated on the two little words 'ten minutes' that promised incoming carnal bliss. Full understanding seemed less necessary with a new accommodating time line such as that being laid at his feet.

 

"Here Kimmy boy," Tankhun said, taking pity on his little brother, "let me explain how your favorite big brother has taken care of everything. You are a Theerapanyakul and Theerapanyakul's wait for nothing. If taming your boy is what you want - then that is what you shall have! And I'll tell you how..."

 

 

Notes:

I am a bit afraid to ask - because well the story is crazily insane - but what did you think? I have absolutely never written anything like this in my life. It's challenging, exhausting, and weirdly fun. Maybe not for Porchay, of course.

I would really love to hear your thoughts so don't hold back.

FYI - There will be two more installments of this series so stay tuned...

Thank you for reading! 🧡💛💚

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