ALL NOVEL #6
#6
“Ugh, ugh.”
An unintelligible moan escaped. Simultaneously, the bed creaked behind him.
His wrists, bound by handcuffs, were secured to the bed frame’s ornate headboard.
Kain stared at his wrists, his vision blurred by pain. His struggles to escape the bed had shredded his skin, leaving bloody streaks. But the scratches were nothing compared to the agony in his back.
“Huk, ugh, ah! Aaah… ah.”
Kain bit back a cry, his fingernails digging into his palm.
The pillow, which he’d pressed to his face to muffle his sounds, had long since been flung to the floor. He could only clench his jaw and swallow the pain.
From behind, Jersian forcefully turned Kain’s face, buried in the sheets, to the side and licked his lips.
Kain frowned, twisting his body to avoid Jersian’s mouth, but the handcuffs binding his wrists and the embrace held him captive.
“Ah, hmph. Haah. Kain…”
A low voice drifted into Kain’s ear. His earlobe was nipped, then gently chewed by sharp teeth. Kain involuntarily opened his lips with a gasp. Jersian’s tongue invaded the opening.
Ugh! Kain’s eyes trembled.
The act of forced rape, yet the persistent kisses, felt repulsive. It was as if Jersian was relentlessly reminding him, physically, that they were still lovers. Uup, tsuit. The wet sounds of their tongues mingling filled the dark room.
During the kiss, Kain’s disgusted eyes met Jersian’s in the air between them. Whatever the effect, Jersian’s hips, which had been probing Kain, moved faster.
“Uum! Hmph! W-wait!”
“Kain… I love you.”
Despite the sweet whisper, Jersian’s lower body brutally invaded Kain.
Without breaking the kiss, he used his palm to press down on Kain’s thighs, forcing them further apart.
Jersian’s penis was driven to its limit into Kain’s opening. The thick shaft scraped against the narrow passage with a *tsuit* sound.
Huk, Kain’s eyes widened.
“…Wait… let go-! Let go! Ugh!”
“Ah, ah. Kain… ha, hot.”
His insides had been torn long ago. Jersian’s penis, lubricated by blood, slid deeper, faster. The continuous friction felt like being seared by a burning rod. Every part of his insides, pierced by Jersian’s member, burned. Or was this not pain, but arousal? He lacked the mental clarity to distinguish.
His shoulders ached as if they would dislocate from the fixed position of his arms. The metallic feel of the handcuffs on his wrists brought a sense of despair—there was nowhere to escape. His body resisted with all its might, burning with the heat entering him. With every shake of his head, droplets—sweat or tears—fell onto the sheets.
“Ah… ah…”
“Feeling good? You’re moving your hips.”
Jersian’s pleased voice came from behind. He continued his thrusting, his fingernails digging into the flesh above Kain’s breastbone. Hwit! Kain’s body flinched.
“Haah… ught, Kain. Still hurting?”
Jersian’s large hand completely enveloped Kain’s penis. Kain’s penis, gasping for breath, was fully erect and slick. The semen from his previous orgasm gleamed on its shaft. As Jersian stroked it, more pre-cum flowed from the tip.
Kgeung, Kain’s body shuddered within Jersian’s embrace, his expression contorted as he gasped for air. The pain was evident from the forced multiple orgasms. The sticky residue of Kain’s fluids clung to Jersian’s hand, stretching into threads as he pulled away. Thankfully, Kain remained still.
“Ah… ah, don’t touch, don’t touch me. Hieek!”
Jersian used that same hand to stroke Kain’s pointed ear. Kain, trembling with arousal, reacted sensitively. Then—
*Phuk*, the wet sounds quickened.
As if to stop Jersian, Kain moved his bound arms. His shoulders were immediately pulled taut. Jersian, seemingly resigned, unfastened Kain’s handcuffs from the bedpost and looped them around his own neck, instantly changing their position from rear-entry to missionary.
“Huu-eek!”
Kain’s hips rose with the unfamiliar angle of Jersian’s intrusion. He pressed his forehead against Jersian’s bare shoulder, biting his lip.
“Aaah…”
A low moan fell above him. The sound of flesh against flesh. Jersian grasped Kain’s hips with both hands, repeatedly penetrating him deeply.
His lips, chapped from biting, and tears streamed down his cheeks and onto his face. Jersian watched Kain’s helpless trembling form in his arms, one eyebrow raised.
“…Ugh, kup.”
Soon, it was the limit. Jersian, his brow furrowed, moved his hips rhythmically. He adjusted Kain’s position, lifting only his lower body while seated on the bed, briefly withdrawing and re-inserting his penis. Jersian shuddered, his shoulders trembling at the hot, wet embrace of Kain’s inner walls.
“Uugh, aaah… ah.”
Then—
“Haat!”
Kain threw his head back.
His prostate felt as if it would burst. Enough, enough! Kain thrashed, his body trembling. But Jersian’s strong arms held him fast.
Finally, Kain convulsed in Jersian’s arms, reaching his climax. Their faces were close, and Kain’s semen splattered across Jersian’s flat stomach.
“…Haah… ha… haah…”
Exhausted from multiple orgasms, Kain slumped onto Jersian. Jersian, listening to his breath, also shuddered, cumming inside Kain.
How many times was this? His head felt numb, spinning. He could feel Jersian’s member pulsing inside him, *thump-thump*.
His eyelids felt heavy. This was the limit.
Kain thought as much, but his eyelids were already closed.
“Kain…”
Jersian’s voice reached him through his fading consciousness. But Kain lacked the strength to respond, and he lost consciousness.
* * *
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead.
Blink, blink. With a great effort, Kain managed to open his eyes.
“…Ah, kkeup.”
A hoarse, metallic sound escaped his throat. A cough brought a sharp pain.
How long had he been asleep?
Kain frowned, sitting up.
*Click*, the handcuffs were still on his wrists. Unlike yesterday, they weren’t fastened to the bedpost, allowing some movement. However, a salve had been applied to the inside of the cuffs—not that he felt grateful. And Jersian certainly wouldn’t expect thanks.
“…”
His throat was parched.
*Shuk-* Kain used his bound hands to reach for a water glass on the nightstand beside the bed. His thirst must have been severe, as he drained the entire glass before setting it down.
He ignored the throbbing pain in his wrists, the stiffness in his back, and the burning sensation between his legs.
Kgeung, Kain struggled to sit up, leaning his back against the headboard. Even this small movement left him exhausted, and he sighed.
Then—
“…If you need anything, tell me. Should I get you more water?”
Someone sitting with their back to him in the darkened room finally came into view.
Jersian Del Claude.
He must have cleaned the wounds on his wrists and the fluids coating his body. Again, this did not inspire gratitude.
“…”
Water? That wasn’t what Kain needed.
Kain stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, muttering.
“…Is this the end of your tantrum?”
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Damn it, he gritted his teeth to suppress a moan. His mouth still tasted of blood from his various injuries.
Jersian remained hunched over, silent. Wet towels and ointments were scattered around him.
“Don’t act like this. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Kain spoke as coldly and calmly as possible.
“…”
But Jersian seemed unwilling to answer. Silence descended between them.
Ha, Kain chuckled shortly.
“This is why you locked me up, isn’t it? Am I to stay here forever? Spreading my legs whenever you want?”
“…That’s not—”
Jersian, who had been bowed, suddenly raised his head. Various emotions flickered in his red eyes.
“That’s not?”
“…”
“Tell me. Am I wrong?”
Jersian Del Claude looked at Kain, seated on the bed, for a moment before standing.
“…For now, recover.”
His voice was low and clipped. He then manipulated a mechanism, opening the bars, and disappeared into the dark corridor.
He was as self-willed as ever.