Khalid brushed the tip of his already half-erect member against Nox’s lips, his eyes shimmering with raw lust. Nox closed his eyes tightly for a moment at the soft, yielding sensation against his mouth before slowly parting his lips. As soon as he opened them, the thick shaft forced its way inside, causing Nox to knit his brows in discomfort. Without a shred of consideration for Nox’s condition, Khalid gripped his hair and shoved himself deep, forcing his length toward the back of the man's throat.
“Ugh.”
“Swallow it.”
As Nox gagged, Khalid yanked his hair back firmly, forcing his head up and tilting his neck into a straight line to drive himself even deeper. Heat rushed to the corners of Nox’s eyes. He choked and gasped as his throat convulsed repeatedly, instinctively trying to reject the invading force. Khalid paid no mind to the rejection. Chasing his own pleasure, he merely exhaled a languid breath at the sensation of the soft tongue rubbing against him.
“Kh…!”
“Open wider.”
Nox’s jaw was already stretched to its limit, but due to Khalid's sheer size, not even half of him could fit. Unsatisfied, Khalid pulled Nox’s head closer, pressing him flush against his lower body. He watched as Nox’s Adam’s apple bulged around the invading shaft. Stroking the protrusion, Khalid eventually took Nox’s head in both hands.
“If you can’t endure this properly, you’ll regret it.”
He began to rhythmically thrust his head back and forth. Nox made muffled, wet sounds as saliva he couldn't swallow dribbled from his mouth. His face grew increasingly flushed from the lack of air. Khalid gasped for breath as he pounded into the man's mouth. The throat felt like it might tear, yet it continued to spasm and take him in, providing an exquisite sensation.
Nox gripped Khalid’s knees as if he could no longer bear it. Scowling, Khalid drove his hips forward with a sharp thrust. Nox’s eyes rolled back, but Khalid didn’t care. The air was filled with the squelching, wet sounds of the act. After a long while of grinding deep within Nox's throat, Khalid finally reached his climax at the very depths of the man's gullet. Nox’s body trembled violently, but Khalid did not release his hold until the last of the friction subsided.
“Huu….”
Only after he was satisfied did Khalid let go of Nox’s head. Nox immediately collapsed into a fit of coughing. Saliva and semen he hadn't managed to swallow soiled the floor. Frowning, Khalid placed his foot on the back of Nox’s neck, treading down to press his face into the floor.
“Lick it up.”
“Haah… huff.”
Nox’s eyes were already swimming with physiological tears. Shaking and flushed, he nodded, and only then did Khalid remove his foot. Nox slowly lowered his face to the floor. His body was trembling for a different reason now. A man who had reigned over everyone until just recently was now reduced to a possession, forced to lick the floor at another's command.
But now…. The room was too dim to read Nox’s expression. Soon, he extended his tongue and began to lap up the semen he had spilled. The quiet sound of licking echoed in the room. Khalid watched the pathetic sight until the floor was clean.
“…Tsk.”
He should have felt vindicated, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of satisfaction. Letting out a low growl, Khalid waited until Nox finished and raised his head before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. Those dark green eyes looked utterly exhausted. A shard of crushed pride—something he hadn't realized remained—flickered in those dying eyes. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sight, but Khalid told himself this was what he wanted. He forced his lips into a twisted smirk.
Instead of giving a verbal command, Khalid roughly hauled Nox up by the arm. A small groan escaped the man, but Khalid unhesitatingly threw him onto the bed and looked down at his neatly pressed clothes. He moved to tear away the vest and shirt but stopped, his gaze falling on the bolo tie Nox was wearing. Instead of ripping the fabric, Khalid toyed with the silver ornament.
“How does it feel to be someone else’s property?”
“…….”
“I’m asking how it feels to be thrown to the bottom after spending your life above everyone else.”
“……."
“Answer me.”
He forced a response. Nox’s lips quivered before he finally spoke.
“…It is despairing.”
“…….”
This time, it was Khalid who fell silent. He should have been happy. He should have remembered how despairing it felt when he was discarded, how he had cried for three days and nights after receiving a hundred lashes and being told he would never see Nox again—the realization that he had been betrayed. But for some reason, he felt no joy. Khalid abruptly and violently tore the vest and shirt open.
Buttons skittered across the bed with a series of sharp pops. Khalid spoke in a harsh voice.
“Take your clothes off. Now.”
Nox had gone through the effort of preparing himself for the act earlier, but stripping in front of Khalid was not easy. He felt a pang of regret seeing the buttons of the new clothes he’d received today ruined so quickly. It was a fleeting distraction, a way to avoid the reality of the situation. His eyes darted to the side, spotting a fallen button. His face still bore the bruise from the previous strike, but when Nox didn't immediately obey, Khalid raised his hand again.
Slap!
Nox’s head snapped to the side, the skin blooming red where he had been struck before. Without a single moan, he used his tongue to check where the inside of his cheek had split again.
“Don’t make me say it twice.”
Pinned beneath him, Nox pulled off the ruined shirt and vest. He removed the bolo tie, unfastened his trousers, and stepped out of them until he was left in only his undergarments.
His bare skin was littered with the handprints and bite marks Khalid had left the night before. Khalid stared at the body as if licking it with his eyes before grabbing Nox’s thighs and stripping away his remaining clothes in a fit of impatience. A series of growls vibrated in his chest.
Khalid pried Nox’s legs apart and shoved his firm waist between them. It was still early evening, but Khalid paid no heed to the time as he began to handle Nox’s body.
The grip on his thighs was painful. Nox looked up at Khalid, who was exerting enough force to bruise him, and covered his face with his hands. It was partly because Khalid had said he hated the sound of his voice during their last encounter—and perhaps a defense mechanism to escape the situation. Nox didn't dwell on the reason.
However, Khalid saw the gesture and let out a dry, mocking laugh.
“You’re a slave, yet you can’t bear to look at your master’s face?”
“…That’s not… it.”
Khalid didn't listen. He tugged at the belt of his robe and used it to blindfold Nox. Nox’s breath hitched. Memories of the moment he was first dragged to the manor and the agonizing encounter from the night before flashed through his mind. The tightly tied cloth made the area around his eyes ache. Nox grit his teeth. The faint image of Khalid’s face vanished, replaced by total darkness.
With his vision gone, his body was suddenly pulled forward. Nox stiffened as he felt something hard press against his thighs. The realization that it was about to enter him again made his entire body tense. Having experienced more pain than pleasure, he couldn't help the reaction.
As soon as he tensed, something pushed into him. It was Khalid’s fingers, forcing their way into the tight opening. Nox flinched, trying to relax, but his strained body refused to cooperate.
“Shit, you’re so damn tight.”
Khalid hissed a curse and forced a second finger inside. Nox’s waist trembled. His dry body was unable to accept the intrusion, the muscles merely spasming and pushing back.
Nox’s clumsy attempt to prepare himself earlier meant he wouldn't bleed as much, but that was all. Eventually, Khalid withdrew his fingers with a click of his tongue and hoisted Nox’s thighs higher, exposing him completely.
Then, a wet sensation accompanied by hot breath hit his backside. Startled, Nox fumbled in the air, trying to find the head buried between his legs.
“Wa—wait…!”
“Stay still.”
Smack!
The sound of a strike echoed, but this time it wasn't his cheek. It was his buttocks. Struck across the rear, Nox trembled, unable to even cry out. Along with the sting, a shiver ran down his spine at the sensation of a soft tongue contact.
“Don’t… don’t do this….”
“Master.”
“Ma—Master… please….”
The sensation of a whisper against his opening sent a jolt of electricity up from the base of his spine. Not knowing what the sensation was, Nox kicked his legs weakly. But his thighs were held fast in Khalid’s grip. This remained true even though Nox possessed strength that far exceeded that of an average man.
“Hngh—!”
The tongue circled the opening with thick, wet strokes. It seemed to coat the area in saliva, meticulously tracing every delicate fold. When the tongue finally drenched the entrance and pushed inside, Nox’s body jerked in a violent tremor.