Page 63 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)
“So irresponsible. If that was my cock, it’d be blue and bruised. Nonfunctional. You wouldn’t want that, would you? How else would I please your lewd body? Relax.”
“Yugo, please… I understand you are mad at me,” Kuon tried again, speaking in a dull, defeated voice, “but you have to stop. Violence won’t solve anything.”
The creased, tender opening reddened and swelled, contracting around Yugo’s fingers, negating the protest.
A ringing, deeply satisfying slap rolled through the room, making Kuon jump. A handprint bled through the pale skin of his creamy buttock, making Yugo part his lips in admiration. “Open up!”
Now that he couldn’t see the hickeys, he thought he might almost be gentle.
Squeezing Kuon’s butt cheek with one hand, Yugo screwed the fingers of the other one deeper.
The sucking sensation around his knuckles tugged at the strings of his nerves, and every sweet contraction resonated in his balls.
Even his fingers seemed to become his erogenous zone.
His cock leaked, straining against the rough linen fabric, staining it with the sticky pre-cum.
At this rate, he’d come in his pants without touching himself.
Yugo wanted to laugh, because at his age, having been with countless men, he shouldn’t react like this to anyone, and yet…
No one had ever turned him on so much. No one had ever messed with his head so badly.
He wanted to kill Kuon, to destroy this addiction, but at the same time, to lock him up and hide him from everyone, everything, like a treasure.
His inner demons demanded he possess him, to make Kuon invalid without him. They also demanded he kill the dog because no one had the right to touch his property and live. And Kuon was his. Always had been, always would be, simply because he didn’t have a choice. He should learn this lesson.
Another surge of jealousy made Yugo stretch Kuon’s rectal passage up and down, ramming his finger pads against the tender knot of the prostate. “Did he touch here? You enjoyed it?”
The captive didn’t answer.
Angered by the silent defiance, Yugo increased the speed and amplitude. The anus softened under the relentless attention of his fingers, moving in slow waves. Up and down, up and down again, each thrust faster, rougher than the last.
A faint groan broke through the tight slit of Kuon’s lips. “Hurts…”
“Hurts?” Hooking his fingers inside the hot rectum to hold his prey in place, Yugo snaked his other hand under Kuon’s hips.
Tepid slick coated his palm as he cupped the pulsing length.
“Liar, you leak like a bitch in heat. Or are you in pain because my fingers are not enough? With a body this lascivious, no wonder you spread your legs for the dog.”
“Yugo, I—”
“Shut up.” He didn’t want to talk; he wanted to forget, to dissolve into heavy thrusts of hips against round buttocks.
After more than a week apart, he responded to everything—the smell, the touch, the hushed groans.
He could taste Kuon’s intoxicating sweat in the air as his lips burned with the need to lick the shimmering drops that had collected between his shoulder blades.
If only he could put aside his wounded pride and inability to forgive Kuon’s infidelity, he would do so.
Maybe, for a split second of carnal pleasure he would be able to let go of the desperation rotting in his chest.
Yugo wanted to laugh at his double standards.
He’d often hired rent boys to satisfy his physical needs.
Some of his ex-lovers had been involved with other people with his consent.
He didn’t mind as long as they only bottomed for him.
He never cared how many people fucked them before him or how many would touch them after.
They were instruments of pleasure, nothing more.
But he couldn’t bring himself to touch Kuon, whose body only knew two men.
Or even less?
He considered Kuon’s words again, finding them more and more truthful.
The way Kuon reacted to his touch tipped the scales of Yugo’s judgment toward the belief that no intercourse had taken place.
Still, Kuon prepared himself for sex and let the dog mark him.
This was unforgivable, and Yugo knew the perfect way to inflict the most painful punishment without harming this scarred body.
“Was the itch between your legs so strong you couldn’t wait?
Or, after what you saw, you’re okay with anyone, as long as it wasn’t me?
Even a dog?” he said in his most tender tone, then got up and went to the wardrobe.
It took a moment to collect his thoughts and suppress his desire before rummaging through the shelves in search of a particular toy.
When he returned, Kuon watched him with wide-eyed horror.
“You should have said so. Whatever it is, I can satisfy you in every possible way. After all, I’ve always strived to fulfill your every wish. ”
Yugo smiled, grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, and squirted the clear gel generously over the silicone.
Scarlet, with bulging veins winding around its long shaft, the dog dildo was thick and had a massive knot at the base.
A spiky tip glinted menacingly in the bright morning light, promising pain or pleasure.
Yugo didn’t know, because the toy had been sitting on the shelf for years, forgotten and unused.
He couldn’t even remember where it came from.
“You can’t be serious. Stop this right now!” Kuon growled when Yugo plumped down on the bed next to his ass. “I said no!”
The veiny length slipped over Kuon’s entrance once, twice, massaging, unnerving, letting the captive feel every inch of the dildo and also rubbing some lube into his hole. With a flick of his wrist, Yugo turned the pointy tip down and guided it inside.
Watching his victim tremble from the unfamiliar sensation, the Black Duke smiled for the first time in days.
The scarred back flexed but failed to curl.
The steel leash between his neck and wrist vibrated as Kuon’s anus inevitably opened, swallowing the dildo.
The excess lubricant gathered around the red girth, clear drops magnifying the stretched skin.
So pretty…
“Yes, like that. Relax, and I’ll make you feel good,” Yugo encouraged.
“Sick fucker, stop!” Kuon snapped. When the movement stalled due to the muscle contraction, Yugo eased the toy back, enjoying the sight of the pink inner tissue stretching after the scarlet silicone as if it refused to let it go.
Fascinated, he wondered why he’d never done this to Kuon before.
Watching the process up close was insanely erotic, making him want to lick the place where the dildo entered. “I won’t forgive this…”
“Who needs your forgiveness?” Gently, tenderly, Yugo guided the dildo in again, this time meeting almost no resistance. But as soon as the knot kissed the hole, the movement stopped.
“Pull it out!” Kuon panted through clenched teeth, but this time, there was no demand, just echoes of black desperation. “I was wrong. Please, let’s talk.”
“Why should I? You wanted it; I’m just trying to make you happy.”
In and out. In and out again. In, until the knot kissed the rim, and out, leaving only the thin, elongated tip inside, Yugo rhythmically fucked Kuon with the monstrous dildo.
The musky smell of sex filled his lungs with undertones of Kuon’s fear, distress, and misery. The familiar, intoxicating aroma hazed his mind, thinning out his self-control.
Kuon’s breathing grew short and ragged. His head swayed from side to side. He clawed at the dark varnish on the bed pillar, leaving light scratches.
Wrapped in helplessness and a golden glow, Kuon was dazzling.
Sprawled out and desperate, he tugged at the chains as if he believed he could escape if he fought harder, like a moth caught in a spider’s web.
Just like a spider, Yugo wanted to devour his prey, drinking it slowly until only the shell remained.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re leaking so much, look.” He scooped some of the pre-cum dripping down the gray silk, then brought his hand to Kuon’s face. “Is a dog cock so much better than mine?”
“Wait…” Kuon stirred to pull himself up on one elbow, away from the glistening fingers.
“I don’t think so. I’ve waited too long, and look what happened. This time, I’ll give you so much pleasure that you won’t be able to think of anyone else.”
“Seriously, wait.” Kuon’s eyes glazed over as he stared at the silky sheet. His face paled, pupils expanded, distress rolling off him in almost tangible waves. “Please.”
Yugo didn’t want to listen. His head buzzed, heart pounding in his chest. His attention shifted back to Kuon’s bottom. He caressed the round buttock, squeezed it to widen the crease to get a better view of the firm silicone sliding in and out of the tight opening.
With each thrust forward, the hole swallowed a little bit more of the knot, and he knew it was only a matter of time until this lewd body would greedily accept it all.
The smooth silk clung to his cheek… The bittersweet tobacco and spicy cologne mixed with a sour stench of sweat that burned his lungs…
The low clanking of chains… Cruel, cutting words…
Acrid blood on his tongue… Cold, confident fingers on his skin…
Wrists numb as the evil steel bit into his veins…
Tearing pain in the most tender places… But humiliation and degradation were the worst. They reopened the old festering wound in his soul that had never healed properly, letting the pus of suppressed indignation and pain contaminate his bloodstream.
Swallowed by emotional sepsis, he found this setup all too familiar.
Kuon’s mind doubled over, summoning pictures of his past and superimposing them onto the present.
It was as if he had never been away, and the two years apart only happened in his mind.
The echoes of his past thrashed against the walls of his skull.
Cries of pain… Whispered names… Faint pleas to stop…
And moans, moans, moans of forced pleasure…
Pressure spiked in Kuon’s head. Bright spots dotted his vision, turning the gray silk beneath him into a twister mat. Suffocating, he clawed at the bedpost, leaving light scratches of uncolored wood where the steel cuff had already chafed it.
“Yugo…” His fingers shook, his chest ached, icebound, and his heart pinballed around his ribcage with maddening speed.
His head lightened, breaths shortened to dog-like panting, and the present receded as he choked on the obliterating mental assault of his past. He needed time to process, but the rhythmic thrusts of the canine dildo rearranging his insides and crushing his memories drowned him deeper and deeper into the timeless limbo of his memories. “Please, not like this. I hate it!”
“Look at yourself. You’ve soiled the bedsheet, and you dare tell me you want to stop?
Don’t lie to yourself; you want me to continue.
” A cruel smirk vibrated in Yugo’s voice as he fired his next words right into the remains of Kuon’s pride.
“I can’t remember you ever being so excited under me.
Do you like the dog cock so much? Makes me wonder if a real one would be even better.
I have enough stud dogs in my kennels. I reckon I shall fetch one or two for you to get you started.
What do you say if we invite your new boyfriend to watch the show?
Would he appreciate it? I’ll even let him join in the fun. ”
The bolts of Yugo’s words struck through the fog in Kuon’s ears.
He would have much preferred for the man to take a real knife and stab him over and over again instead of telling him that.
But the insult had done its job, pinning him to the spot, robbing him of his will, of the fight, but somehow giving him the final push.
Like a drowning man running out of air and hope, Kuon stopped struggling and let go of the attempt to save the shards of warmth he had left for his torturer.
He relaxed and took a large gulp, letting the suppressed memories break the mental barrier that separated him from the person he’d seen on the screens.
Everything around Kuon got blurred, yet somehow became clearer.
He had hated such treatment back then; he hated it now.
The question that had plagued him since their reunion haunted his mind.
How the hell did I go from hating Yugo to wanting to be with him when he always treated me like this?
Just because I saw this psychotic killer has a fragment of human conscience doesn’t mean he’s changed. He never will.
He was no masochist, and he didn’t enjoy being humiliated, but even now, his body reacted as if it existed in another dimension with his mind.
He turned his head, eyes resting on the golden sun splashing in the shards of his pride and broken glass, letting the sensations and physical memories wash over him.