"Nngh, haa. Ah, ugh...!"
"At that pace, when exactly do you intend to satisfy me?"
Slap, thud, thud. The rhythmic sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room. Nox Rainerio, forced to grind against his master, grit his teeth and moved his hips despite the sensation that his waist might snap. Each time the massive member drove deep inside him, a pathetic, cloudy fluid—neither semen nor water—leaked from the tip of his erect manhood. Khalid seized Nox’s trembling body and forced him upright. It felt as though he were being filled all the way up to his solar plexus. The ache in his abdomen was nearly unbearable.
Nevertheless, Nox did not stop. He moved his hips according to the command of Khalid—the man who was now his master—desperate to provide satisfaction.
Squelch, squish, slap. Whether lubricant or fluid was leaking from Khalid, the entrance grew increasingly wet, beginning to make lewd, messy sounds. Though Nox shuddered at the noise, he increased his speed further.
"Haa, ngh, ah—."
He couldn't hold back the sounds anymore. He worried Khalid might strike his cheek again if he found the noise displeasing, but as he moved his own hips, the penetration was so deep he couldn't even keep his lips closed. Khalid gripped his small buttocks, kneading them ruthlessly.
As Khalid squeezed hard enough to stretch the opening wide, Nox trembled weakly and nearly collapsed. Khalid looked down and pressed against Nox’s slightly distended lower abdomen. Nox flinched, trying to retreat, but with Khalid’s hand supporting the small of his back, there was nowhere to run.
"It, it hurts..."
"Faster."
"Yes, ye-yes..."
Nox’s tongue wouldn't move properly. It felt sluggish, as if he had ingested a numbing agent. To the sound of wet slapping, he began to work his hips once more. However, as he tilted his waist at the wrong angle, his internal walls were scraped harshly, sending a jolt through his nerves. His body convulsed, and he spilled himself across Khalid’s stomach.
"Haah, hugh—."
Looking down at the shivering Nox with pathetic contempt, Khalid grabbed a handful of his hair and forced their eyes to meet. Those dark green eyes that used to shine with cold brilliance were now completely clouded, devoid of light. A murky, dark desire surged within Khalid—the urge to drive himself to the very depths of the other man's gut over and over until Nox could think of nothing else, until he was reduced to sobbing and begging.
Unaware of the dark thoughts swirling in his master's mind, Nox simply trembled and kept his internal muscles tight. Khalid growled, gripping Nox’s thighs so hard it felt as if the bone might crack.
"Move."
"Hngh, haa..."
Nox began to move again. Khalid had not yet reached his peak even once. That fact filled Nox with despair—the despair of not knowing how much longer he would have to swing his hips in this hideous display, or how much longer his mind could remain intact. He lifted his waist once more.
*****
"Hieek! Haak, ha, ah, aaah...!"
Thud, thud, thud. Nox was positioned over Khalid, legs spread wide, frantically driving his hips down. His still-erect member swayed with every movement, dripping a mixture of fluid and spent spent.
Khalid lay back leisurely, smoking a cigarette as he spectated the unsightly scene. Looking at Nox’s opening, the traces of a previous climax were evident; white froth messy and staining the area. There was only one more left—one more to go. Nox, feeling a pleasure so intense it felt like his brain was melting, drew the member back inside himself with a loud thud.
"......!"
His toes curled tightly as he reached his limit. Just as his arching, trembling body was about to give way, Khalid’s large hand supported his waist, shoving the half-slipped member back into his depths. Nox twitched and shuddered like a dog in heat.
Khalid let out a short laugh and pried his thighs even wider. The entrance was flushed a dark, bruised red. It had been hammered so many times that fluid leaked out from around the member that was still plugged inside.
"If you become such a prostitute-like hole already, what am I to do?"
"Hi-, haugh. N-no, I'm no—."
Thud!
Khalid cut him off by thrusting his hips upward with violence.
"Don't lie..."
Thud, thud, thud.
"You're gaping like this, and you can't even hold a single cock properly."
Though Nox’s insides were still clamping down tightly, every time Khalid thrust upward, the slightly swollen internal walls would wrap softly around him again. The head of his member buried into the deepest, curved reaches, and the sensation of the walls sucking at the tip was exquisite.
As if telling him to tighten up properly, Khalid brought the cigarette to his lips, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and then crushed the lit ember against the inside of Nox’s thigh.
"Agh! Aaah!"
Nox’s body jumped. A scream rang out as a circular burn blossomed on his inner thigh. The red mark left by the cigarette remained like a permanent brand. Sizzling with pain, Nox tried to squeeze his thighs shut, tears and saliva spilling from his face.
Khalid would not tolerate the resistance. He forced Nox’s legs wide again, gripped his pelvis, and rotated his member at the very furthest depth. Nox’s body struggled to escape several times, but Khalid never let go.
"You shouldn't try to run from your master."
"Hngh, hugh. Ye-yes..."
Nox was half-insane now. He nodded frantically, offering unconditional agreement to whatever Khalid said just to escape the cycle of pain and pleasure. Finding this amusing, Khalid shook his body a few more times to stir his insides, then reached up to pinch a nipple he hadn't touched yet. Since his eyes were covered, Nox didn't see the hand coming; when the nipple was sharply pinched, his shoulders twisted in shock.
"......Hngh!"
Khalid rolled the small nub between two fingers, tugging hard.
"You're my fuck-toy, but you're so bad at taking it. What should I do with you?"
"I'm, I'm sor—sorr—I'm sorry..."
Khalid was satisfied by the sound of Nox’s sobbing apologies. He pulled the nipple even harder, urging him on.
"There's still one left. Keep moving."
Hngh... Nox let out a weeping sound and resumed his movements, driving Khalid’s member into himself. The internal walls, tightened by the previous pain, gripped the shaft as if to snap it, but they were soft and easy to plow. As the walls began to milk him, Khalid felt the impending climax. He matched the rhythm of Nox’s hips, thrusting upward until the head of his member hit the deepest curve, and he reached a smooth, easy release.
But he didn't stop. He continued to grind his hips into Nox’s interior. He looked up at Nox, whose eyes were completely unfocused, unable to stop his hips even though he had already reached his own peak.
"You have to work hard, don't you?"
Nox nodded repeatedly. Unaware that Khalid had spilled inside him once more, he let out a crying moan through parted lips, hammering his hips down. Nothing came from Nox’s member anymore, yet it remained painfully erect. It stung from having climaxed too many times. But after a few more consecutive thrusts, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up from the base of his spine.
"Hraaaah...!"
Nox wailed like an animal. The dry climax, hit without any fluid left to give, turned his mind white and left him sobbing for breath. He pressed his hands against Khalid’s stomach to push away, but Khalid’s arms only tightened around him like a vice. Khalid smiled more brightly than ever before and spoke.
"If I had known you had such a talent for taking a man's cock..."
He pulled Nox’s body close and bit into the bite marks he had left on the other man's shoulder, refusing to let go until blood beads formed.
"I would have fed it to you much sooner. If you had known the taste back then, perhaps you wouldn't have thrown me away?"
A deep-seated resentment seeped through his voice. Nox could only nod. The only thing he was permitted to do was agree with whatever Khalid said.
I didn't see you that way back then.
I only wanted to protect you.
I was just foolish, and I ended up hurting you.
He had no opportunity to make such excuses, nor did he have any intention of speaking them.
This is a punishment. The punishment for me, who cast you out. The punishment for my selfishness, thinking it was all for your sake.
Nox felt his vision fading. His eyes rolled back, and the strength drained from his limbs.
"Ha..."
Khalid let out a hollow laugh as he held the unconscious Nox. He wanted to mock him—the man who had risen to the rank of knight captain, fainting after only this much. Khalid laid him down, inspecting every wound and mark he had carved into that body. Then, he slid himself back into the unconscious form and began to swing his hips at will, gripping Nox’s pelvis.
Squish, squelch. The two limp legs swayed like those of a doll. Spilling himself inside an unconscious body wasn't a bad sensation at all. The slack, loosened walls sliding over him felt quite good. After one last, long release inside him, he finally pulled himself out.