IG: Chapter 2 - Handjob
Jiang Xinbai quickly entered a stall and locked the door. He slammed his fist against the door, but pulled back at the last moment, producing only a muffled thud.
He gritted his teeth, his breathing trembling slightly. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, which were starting to blur and spin, then pinched his thigh hard.
ʿ*It was intentional. Yang Guangsheng was absolutely fucking doing it on purpose!*ʾ
The moment I sat down in the booth, his message came right away – he was watching me get harassed. He knew everything and deliberately said nothing. What’s the purpose? Make me suffer and then play the good guy in front of me?
He said he wanted to watch me get messed with. He was straightforward. A filthy, depraved rich kid like him doesn’t need to pretend to be good – because he doesn’t need to be, nor does he want to be.
ʿ*Just to humiliate me? For fun? Is it that fucking fun?!*ʾ
Jiang Xinbai struggled to control the suffocating feeling inside him. His body, especially his lower abdomen, felt as if something were churning and trying to burst out. He braced his arms against the stall wall, leaned his head against it, and took slow, deep breaths for a while.
He pulled out a copper lighter, gripped it in his hand, and flicked it open. With a snap, a flame leaped up. Leaning there, he lowered his head and stared intently at the flame, gradually calming down a little. After a while, he received a notification and put the lighter away, taking out his phone instead.
💬Yang the Great Guangsheng: ⦍Still not done?⦎
Jiang Xinbai took a deep breath and replied.
💬: ⦍Sorry, please wait a moment⦎
He slammed the door behind him again, holding back his strength, then frowned and unbuckled his belt. He pulled out the throbbing, swollen thing between his legs and began jerking off quickly.
Yang Guangsheng replied to a few WeChat messages, even discussed a project with the work team back in Jiangcheng, and checked his watch – another ten-plus minutes had passed.
Impatiently, he sent another message to Jiang Xinbai: ⦍??⦎
💬Yang the Great Guangsheng: ⦍…What do you mean can’t?⦎
💬Yang the Great Guangsheng: ⦍…⦎
💬Yang the Great Guangsheng: ⦍I’ve been waiting over half an hour for you and you tell me you can’t?⦎
💬Jiang Xinbai: ⦍Young Master Yang, you should head home first⦎
Yang Guangsheng was getting annoyed by the wait. He stood up and walked toward the restroom.
The bar was bizarre and surreal, and the restroom was even more so. The music grew distant and indistinct, the lighting dimmed, the gazes of people with impure intentions lingered, the air was thick with cigarette smoke, strange perfumes, cleaning chemicals, and the underlying restroom odor they tried so hard to mask – decadent and feverish. Passing a pair of men making out, Yang Guangsheng wrinkled his nose, lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep drag and exhaled to clear his lungs, then called out loudly, “Jiang Xinbai.”
No response. He raised his voice even louder: “Jiang Xinbai!”
A stall door opened, revealing Jiang Xinbai’s embarrassed face behind black-framed glasses. Seeing him in such a pathetic state, Yang Guangsheng’s anger subsided a little. He cursed 'idiot' in his mind and chuckled. He walked over and entered the stall, and Jiang Xinbai locked the door again.
“Young Master Yang, what are you doing here?” he asked, surprised and flustered.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Can you leave or not?” Yang Guangsheng asked, smoking.
Jiang Xinbai’s pants were unzipped, but he covered himself with the hem of his shirt. In the dim light, only his eyes burned brightly.
"I feel like it's getting harder the more I rub," he said anxiously. "Is there something wrong with what he gave me to eat?"
"That's a stupid question. If there wasn't anything wrong, why the hell would he give it to you?"
Yang Guangsheng lifted the hem of his shirt and saw the rod between his legs, raising an eyebrow. "Holy shit."
That thick, overly long, purplish-red shaft covered in veins was already dripping with pre-cum, making the head slick and wet. Like a roasted sweet potato oozing syrup.
Even with his vast experience, Yang had to admit this was a sight to behold. Seeing it directly was far more stimulating than just glimpsing it through pants earlier.
Yang Guangsheng reached out and grasped the roasted sweet potato in his hand. The already rock-hard thing jerked violently, and Jiang Xinbai took a deep breath, his body arching like a drawn bow, his expression shifting to one of shock and confusion.
Yang weighed it in his hand and said, "Your buddy here could sell for close to twenty as a sweet potato."
Jiang was taken aback. "It couldn't sell for that much."
Yang Guangsheng laughed again. Jiang Xinbai twisted, trying to pull the thing out of Xiao Yang's grip, but was held firmly in place.
"What's the problem? Can't get it off, huh?"
As he spoke, Yang clamped the cigarette between his teeth, lowered his eyes, and used both hands to vigorously stroke up and down. Jiang Xinbai trembled all over, leaning back against the partition wall. He looked down at the two slender, pale hands gripping his thick, ugly penis. They moved with focus and coordination, skilled and masterful, their fingertips slowly becoming wet from the fluid he was leaking.
His back pressed against the wall, his body arched upward rhythmically with each stroke, and he let out suppressed moans.
"Better than doing it alone?" Yang Guangsheng asked.
"...Yeah," he could only reply, his voice slightly hoarse. Jiang Xinbai frowned and closed his eyes, refusing to look at the person across from him.
"Whew–" After a while, Yang exhaled. "It's so hot. Help me unbutton my collar."
"...Unbutton?" Jiang Xinbai fell silent for a few seconds.
Today, Yang Guangsheng wasn't wearing a tie but instead had a pair of chain-style collar pins. Two studs were fastened on the crisp, white collar points, with a small hollow rose cross dangling on one side, its center adorned with a pure, translucent blue gemstone. Now, that gemstone was flickering rapidly due to its owner's fapping motions.
Jiang Xinbai reached out and unfastened the collar pin on Yang Guangsheng's left side, leaving the chain dangling entirely on the right. Then he undid the first button of the other's shirt.
Yang Guangsheng spoke, "Fuck. You're being so delicate about it. I told you to open it up and let some air in. Can't you even cool off while jerking off?"
So Jiang Xinbai proceeded to undo the second and third buttons. Then he gently spread open the narrow gap with his fingers, pulling it slightly outward without touching. He saw the fair, smooth neck in the shadows, the evenly muscled chest, and the small nipples, stiffened from the friction of the shirt during the handjob.
"....." Jiang Xinbai's penis twitched. He tilted his head back and gasped lightly, "Mmm, I'm... I'm about to cum..."
"Get some paper, don't get my clothes dirty," Yang Guangsheng sped up, the small gemstone shaking even more violently.
Jiang Xinbai reached for the tissue dispenser, pulled out some paper, and held it in front, his back arching taut as he climaxed.
"You're pretty fast after all," Yang Guangsheng said.
Jiang Xinbai: "...I guess I was just too nervous earlier. Thank you, Xiao Yang."
Yang Guangsheng smiled and was about to say something when a commotion erupted from the next stall – clattering noises, followed by the sound of a lock clicking shut. The place wasn't completely quiet; there was some low-volume music playing, but it did little to mask the noise. The people next door quickly got into it, accompanied by rhythmic banging and moans.
"Ah... ah, ah... so good... fuck me, hubby..."
Both of them froze for a moment.
"Fuck my slutty hole... hubby~ your big %*& is gonna kill me, fuck me right in my xx, ah, I'm ascending, daddy..."
This bottom's mouth was both filthy and eloquent, making Yang Guangsheng burst out laughing. Jiang Xinbai whispered, "Should we leave?"
Yang Guangsheng leaned closer, studying his flustered face with curiosity and amusement. "Never heard a man moan like that before, huh? How does it feel? Excited or turned off?"
Yang Guangsheng added, "I actually quite like this kind, you know. I like bottoms who are really, really slutty in bed."
Jiang Xinbai: "You like your partner talking like that in bed?"
Yang Guangsheng's expression turned somewhat peculiar, as if he was holding back laughter. "Partner?"
Jiang Xinbai corrected himself: "...Friend."
The two whispered to each other against the backdrop of the neighboring stall's obscene moans and dirty talk.
Yang Guangsheng: "Not exactly. It's just that if the other person sounds like they're enjoying it, it makes me feel even better. All men are like that, right? But honestly, people put on acts. Like, whoever ends up in my bed will moan, 'Ahh, so good~ you're amazing, big bro~' Whether they actually came or not, only they know... Hah... just thinking about it gets me excited. But today, because of you, I can't even go fuck my little sweetheart."
"Today, because of me?" Jiang Xinbai emphasized each word.
"Duh. Didn't you see I came here to find my little beauty? But what am I doing now?" He winked playfully again. "Stroking my subordinate's dick in a gay bar's bathroom."
The thought that this man had deliberately set a trap just to make Jiang Xinbai touch him filled Jiang with indescribable disgust.
"Ah, ah, ah, mmm~ hubby! You hit the spot. Ah!" The little bottom next door let out a sweet scream.
"Fuck you to death! Damn it..." The top was also putting in a lot of effort.
"Heh." Yang Guangsheng sounded quite aroused. "So fucking hot."
Yang Guangsheng used the same fingers that had just jerked him off to hold a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled smoke that curled around both their faces. "I really want to see what this little slutty bottom looks like."
Jiang's gaze moved from his hand to his mouth, then from his mouth to his neck. He saw the faint red mole on the side of his neck, peeking out from his open collar. For some reason, everyone who slept with him liked to lick it, which often left the skin around Yang Guangsheng's red mole reddened or marked with teeth imprints whenever Jiang Xinbai saw him turn his head.
That thing was like a mark of debauchery.
In the cramped space, Jiang Xinbai had no choice but to inhale the secondhand smoke exhaled by Xiao Yang. The smoke was already tinged with the distinct peach fragrance unique to Yang Guangsheng.
"A man's hole isn't meant for that," Jiang Xinbai said, lowering his head and tentatively meeting his eyes.
Yang Guangsheng raised an eyebrow.
"If it's being used for that, then it is. Why else would someone be so eager to get fucked if it didn't feel good? The world is a big place. There are plenty of things you don't understand – don't act like they don't exist."
He continued, "Some men can actually ejaculate just from being penetrated, and it feels ten thousand times better than touching the front. Curious?"
He gave Jiang Xinbai a slight smirk.
Yang Guangsheng asked again, "Have you ever done it?"
Jiang Xinbai hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
Yang Guangsheng was surprised. "How old are you? 23, right? What did you do in college? Ever had a relationship?"
"No. I never thought about it."
"To still have such an innocent kid these days is truly rare."
Jiang Xinbai watched as Yang Guangsheng looked at him with an intrigued, playful expression. Nearby, two men were going at it passionately. One trembled and moaned, on the verge of climax, while the other growled and thrust like a pile driver.
Yang Guangsheng's collar was still open, revealing just a small part, but even that glimpse was enough to imagine the rest. A man wrapped in a clean, refined exterior, hiding the most debauched core.
The scent of peaches mixed with tobacco entered Jiang Xinbai's nostrils and mind. He clenched his fingers tightly.
He took the cigarette butt from Yang Guangsheng's hand and threw it into the toilet.
The two stared at each other. Yang Guangsheng noticed a sharp look in Jiang Xinbai's eyes behind his glasses and was taken aback. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xinbai snapped out of it and lowered his gaze.
"...Xiao Yang, it seems," he said, his voice a bit dry as he swallowed, "it seems you're not interested in me."
Yang Guangsheng was stunned. "Why would I be interested in you?"
This answer seemed to catch Jiang Xinbai off guard. He hesitated for a moment before mumbling, "Oh."
Yang Guangsheng gave Jiang Xinbai a subtle, scrutinizing look.
"Are you gay?" He leaned closer. "Or do you want to do it with me? Because it's uncomfortable down there?"
"....." Jiang Xinbai looked at him, once again wearing a dumbfounded expression. Then he said, "No. No, no, I was just asking."
"Asking what? Why I'm not interested in you? Oh, I just like beautiful bodies, like the little beauty who was sitting with me outside earlier. I'm not one of those half-man, half-woman real gays. How could I be interested in a straight guy like you?" Yang Guangsheng poked Assistant Jiang's shoulder. "I can only see you as a little brother, no interest at all. Sorry about that."
Jiang Xinbai quickly shook his head. "Xiao Yang, I really didn't mean it that way."
Yang Guangsheng smiled and buttoned the three buttons on his chest. "Most importantly, you're my subordinate. I won't mess around with you. Got it? You should go home and take care of yourself, Little virgin. I'll walk you out."
Drinking water seemed to help. After doing it once, Jiang Xinbai felt a bit clearer, at least enough to use his thoughts to suppress his arousal and avoid getting hard. The two walked out of the restroom and went to wash their hands at the sink. Jiang Xinbai, still burning with lust down there, was in no mood to wash his hands properly. He rinsed them roughly a couple of times and called it done. But Yang Guangsheng washed his hands meticulously, so Jiang Xinbai went out to the hallway to wait. He saw the young man who had been with Yang Guangsheng earlier sitting there obediently, waiting for him.
〝I just like beautiful bodies, like the little beauty who was sitting with me outside earlier.〞
Jiang Xinbai stared at the young man.
ʿ*Mm. He really is beautiful.*ʾ
There was a decorative glass mirror nearby, and Jiang Xinbai casually glanced at his reflection in it.
Just for fun. That was all. Or was it?
After Yang Guangsheng came out, he handed the car keys to Jiang Xinbai: "The date's canceled, I need to go say hello to someone. Wait for me in the car, call a designated driver."
"Okay." Jiang Xinbai took the keys and left first.
A short while later, Yang Guangsheng walked over and stood beside Jiang Xinbai, waiting together. A warm breeze blew past, and Jiang Xinbai lowered his head to sniff the person next to him. Yang Guangsheng turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Xinbai: "Young Master Yang, your cologne smells really nice. Not as overpowering as theirs."
"It's not cologne." Yang Guangsheng leaned in close to him with a smile, speaking softly as if sharing an amusing story: "When I was four or five, my dad had to go on a sudden business trip and could only ask a colleague to buy food and bring it to me. That idiot forgot. So I went to an old man's orchard every day to steal peaches. I ate a mix of ripe and unripe ones for half a month, got an allergic reaction to the fuzz, and nearly died. That's why I smell like this."
Jiang Xinbai looked at him in surprise, "Really?"
Yang Guangsheng: "You don't believe me? I smell like this all over, even my butt. I can't exactly spray cologne on my butt, can I?"
Yang Guangsheng was serious: "If you don't believe me, you can smell it."
Jiang Xinbai hesitated for a moment, moved behind him, bent down, and sniffed his butt.
"...Seems like it really is." Jiang Xinbai widened his eyes, "There's actually such a thing!"
Yang Guangsheng turned his head to look at Jiang Xinbai, who was bent over near his butt, meeting his earnest face.
"Pfft." Yang Guangsheng couldn't hold back his laughter. "Pfft hahaha!"
Yang Guangsheng couldn't help but clutch his sides, laughing so hard he squatted down.
"Ah. I can't take it. You idiot. Why would you actually go sniff someone's butt?"
"Idiot, actually, you..." Yang Guangsheng really held back his laughter for a while before managing to stop, "You're actually quite cute."
The designated driver arrived, and both of them sat in the back seat as they set off. Jiang Xinbai frowned, struggling with the grenade in his pants, while Yang Guangsheng watched his restrained expression with amusement. He touched his thigh, nudged his waist.
"Hahaha." He laughed, blowing into Jiang Xinbai's ear, "Little fool. Little Bai Bai."
"Young Master Yang." Jiang Xinbai said through gritted teeth, "If you weren't my boss..."
"What then? Baby." This sentence was even softer, just a puff of air by his ear. Jiang Xinbai's lower half began to swell.
ʿI'd punch your nose bridge until it breaks.ʾ But he didn't say it.
The car arrived near Jiang Xinbai's home. Jiang Xinbai didn't want Yang Guangsheng to drive into his residential area, so he decided to get off at the intersection and walk back.
"No." Yang Guangsheng looked out the window, "It's so dark around here. If you see a lone woman on the street and can't control yourself, then I'd be an accomplice. I have to see you home."
"It's hard to turn around inside." Jiang Xinbai said.
"Oh, then please, driver, help me take this kid to his doorstep and watch him go inside and lock the door. I'll pay you extra." Yang Guangsheng said to the designated driver.
So, Jiang Xinbai and the designated driver walked home together. In silence.
The building was quite old, with an external staircase design. Many windows had poles sticking out, hung with all sorts of odds and ends, and the narrow hallway was cluttered with items, severely obstructing passage. He wanted to tell the driver to stop downstairs, but the driver, upon hearing Yang Guangsheng's words, didn't quite understand the situation. He only felt the task was of great importance and insisted on seeing it through to avoid becoming a second "accomplice" in harming women. So, he followed him upstairs and watched him enter the apartment and lock the door.
His younger brother, Li Zihan, was doing homework in the living room.
"Brother," his brother called out, sniffing the air. "Brother, why do you always smell like smoke after working overtime? Does such a big company allow smoking in the office?"
He walked in, holding his jacket in front of his lower body, and calmly changed into slippers. The apartment was small, and the sliding door to the bedroom wasn't very secure, so he had to head straight into the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said.