Page 14 of Love of the Egoist
“No… stop. Why are you doing this?” The muffled words died on Kuon’s lips as two rough fingers thrust into his body. Jolts of pain shot through his rectum, and he tried to crawl forward in an attempt to escape the pain or reach the fork—in vain.
“Why?” Yugo’s voice sounded dead serious coming from behind. “You fucked me well not long ago. Now it’s my turn to fuck you. Just relax and enjoy.”
The venom dripping from his words corroded Kuon’s soul. He fisted the wolf fur, clutching it tight. On some level, it helped him contain the humiliation and grip the slipping determination. He inched toward the fork. So close yet so far away, it was the only salvation he could see.
Please, let me get it…He didn’t know whom he was praying to, needing anyone to listen.
His mouth gaped in a silent scream as the third finger thrust into his body, scissoring, opening him up. Piercing pain left him with no air. His body shook in tremors when he tried to throw Yugo off; the hasty movement echoed in his head, and his vision failed.
Blindly, Kuon elbowed back, but the black mist filling the room thickened the air, resisting his attack. It came out slow and sluggish. Yugo laughed and twisted his arm, securing it in a tight grip behind his back. His fingers restrained Kuon’s hand as good as handcuffs.
No…Kuon tried to move forward, but with one hand and Yugo’s weight pinning his legs, he couldn’t move a fraction of an inch.
The time stretched. Seconds, hammering in Kuon’s head, mashed his brain. One minute lasted forever. This was probably how hell was: full of pain, humiliation, and stretched time.
Yugo’s fingers moved in and out, sandpapering his tender insides. Kuon could do nothing but blink in an attempt to wash the obscure fog out of his watery eyes.
Sometime later when the agony became bearable, and the black veil fell from his eyes, Kuon managed to regain control over his body. He shifted and Yugo pulled out, bringing him slight relief, but the solid grip on his wrist never loosened.
Tearing the air with his teeth, Kuon pushed forward using only his toes. Inch, another one. The fork was so close, another foot and he would be able to grab it, when soft rustling came from behind. Yugo spit on his ass and something solid and thick nudged Kuon’s sore opening, smearing cold saliva all over his burning skin. Finding the softest spot, Yugo in an abrupt motion guided his dick in, forcing his way through the tense ring of Kuon’s sphincter.
White pain eclipsed everything. The air inflamed his chest as searing agony blustered through his body. A silent cry left Kuon’s lips, accompanied by a harsh spurt of air. His hand shot to his stomach leaving his cheek pressed to the fur and his shoulder as the only support. The flock of wolf’s fur still clutched in his white-knuckled fist.
The pain overwhelmed him, shuffling white and black. The pulsing blood stained the white shroud of his vision, painting the world crimson, then blackening everything out. His body tensed, and his muscles cramped again, worsening the anguish. His eyes, filled with water, gawked at an invisible spot but saw nothing.
An invisible wall that guarded his mind from reality fell once Yugo’s hips slammed against the feverish skin of his ass. Disintegrating, it released the choking stream of shock and dread that now flooded his core. Revulsion wrenched his essence, spasming all his muscles and burning acid rushed back into his throat. Shoulders hunching he threw up, spilling the acidic mix of his gastric juices and blood all over the rug.
Yugo hissed but held himself deep inside, the grip of his sweaty fingers on Kuon’s hip tightened. He leaned forward. The warmth of his chest pressed against Kuon’s sweaty back. Restraining himself for another moment, he pulled out all the way only to slam back into his hot body.
Kuon’s chest arched as the back of his head bumped against Yugo’s cheek. His toes curled, ass contracting. The pain tore him apart, shredding his internal organs and his pride to pieces. He dropped his weight to the floor and brought his hand to his mouth to bite the base of his thumb. Piercing the skin with his canine teeth he attempted to distract himself from the greater pain in his lower body. Blood flooded his mouth and he sunk his teeth deeper, welcoming the new pain that didn’t sting with humiliation.
Thrust-thrust-thrust… Each shove of Yugo’s cock echoed in his stomach and his head. It felt like a white-hot metal rod poked his insides from within, sending a vibrating wave of pain through his organs from one to another.
Yugo’s fingers dug deeper into Kuon’s hip, bruising the tender skin, his balls hitting the delicate place between Kuon’s anus and testicles with each hard push. His hip bones slamming against two round globes adding to the pain or distracting from it—Kuon couldn’t tell.
“Fuck,” Yugo mumbled, and his other hand pulled Kuon’s twisted arm higher, pressing Kuon’s white-knuckled fist between his sweaty shoulder blades.
Vanishing into madness, Kuon threw his free hand forward, anchoring his slipping consciousness into the wolf-fur rug and reality. His eyes focused on the fork that lay a few inches away from his fingertips. His muscles ripping open as he reached out, and the tip of his middle finger touched the metal handle.Just a little bit more…
The fork flipped and landed prongs up; the twisted reflection of a man who was raping him danced on its spotless surface, upside down.
The world, falling down, crushed his spine. His fingers jerked away from the shiny object as he dropped his chin.
It is a nightmare. It isn’t real. Wake up… wake fucking up! This can’t be real… All of this doesn’t matter because when you wake up everything will be normal again. Everything will be okay.
Rushing down his temples and forehead, sweat trickled from the tip of his nose to his chin. His body felt sticky and moist, and the sour smell of perspiration inhabited the air. His head ached and somehow everything stopped mattering. Too tired to care about anything, he closed his eyes and rested his head on his elbow. The maddening pain transformed into a dull one and the humiliation into indifference.
Something warm trickled down his inner thigh. Kuon didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about anything. He just wanted time to run faster and this to be over.
Harsh breathing tickled his nape, sped up, and Kuon thought that Yugo was about to cum.
A few minutes later, the man stood up, put his clothes in order, strode to his chair, and lit up a cigarette.
Feeling nothing but pain, Kuon struggled to get up, wishing only to disappear. The fork, reflecting the light hurt his sensitive eyes. It lay only a few inches away but didn’t call for him anymore.
He turned away.
Swaying on his legs, he tottered through the thick fog of his failing vision to the door, pushed it with his palm and left the room.
