Page 26 of Love of the Egoist
“Don’t do… the camera…” he shrugged and went quiet, not being able to bring himself to pronounce the words:I’ll do it.
“Okay, I’ll change my mind if you ask me nicely,” Yugo said with slight disdain in his voice.
Kuon met his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest, rushing forward with pure hate. His jaw hurt—he clenched it too hard. His lips pressed together as he glared at the man.
“Wow, such a fierce look… It is a shame you can’t kill with it, right?”Yugo said; something akin to admiration ringed in his voice. “Come on, ask me. Say,Yugo, please, I’ll be obedient. Indulge me.”
“Go fuck yourself, bastard!” snapped Kuon. The chains tightened, biting into his skin again. He groaned and closed his eyes, counting to ten to calm down.
But ten seconds were not enough to regain his composure. He tried to imagine a waterfall again, songs of wild birds, the buzzing of bees, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.
Ten minutes passed. Ten minutes of complete silence—slow, sticky. Kuon lay still, hiding his face in his arm, counting seconds. Yugo smoked, staring at the wall.
They both were waiting.
A soft knock made Kuon’s heart jump. Greg opened the door and stated, “Boss, the cameraman you summoned is here.”
CHAPTER 8
“PLEASE…” KUON BARELY HEARDhis own voice. His head spun, skin burning, but inside he was freezing. Even his own pulse beating in his throat betrayed him, squeezing his windpipe, leaving him with no air.
Yugo smiled and landed on the bed by his side; the mattress bounced under his weight. A cool palm touched Kuon’s unshaven cheek, gliding up and down his skin.
“Please, what?” he asked maintaining the derisive tone. Leaning forward he kissed Kuon’s lips.
“Please, don’t do cameras…” a feverish gaze flickered between Yugo’s eyes as the prisoner managed to utter in a constrained voice, breathing words into the man’s mouth.
Yugo’s palm, oddly gentle, moved up and caressed his short, chestnut hair.
Fuck, I must look miserable and weak. Even this bastard seems to feel sorry for me.Kuon squeezed his eyes.
“Will you be obedient?”
Kuon nodded not saying a word, but his face couldn’t conceal the storm of emotions shredding his soul apart and twisted in a grimace.
“Greg, cancel him. Send him back,” Yugo barked the order, discarding his remaining clothes with urgency; black pants first, then trunks and socks.
Kuon kept his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see what was about to happen. He didn’t want to see Yugo naked, but a soft metallic clang, coming from above, drew his attention and he instinctively looked up.
Yugo licked his lips and fiddled with the chain; the pressure on Kuon’s straining arms subdued.
Yugo’s hips positioning uncomfortably close to Kuon’s face made the young man shrink back. A firm hand, grabbing the chain between his cuffs, hoisted him up, forcing Kuon to lift his upper body.
Standing on his knees on the soft bed, Yugo gave a silent order with his chin.
“Is it really so fucking great to force someone to do something like this?” Kuon’s cheek twitched, betraying his inner struggle. He jerked the chain out of Yugo’s hands and propped himself on one elbow.
Fuck…He caught his breath as the inevitable approached his mouth. Kuon swallowed and closed his eyes as soon as Yugo’s semi-hard cock touched his lips.
The soft scent of body wash, mixed with the sharp smell of arousal, intensified. Yugo’s hot cock, pushing through Kuon’s lips, glided along his tongue, sliding deep into his throat, taking all the space in his mouth.
Wanting to retch, Kuon gripped Yugo’s hips and pulled back, in an attempt to avoid a gag reflex. Saliva flooded his mouth, but he didn’t want to swallow. Letting the liquid escape his lips, he screwed up his face, expecting a gut-wrenching tornado of suffocating disgust to come. But weirdly it didn’t. Disgust existed but it wasn’t directed at the dick in his mouth as much as the act of violation.
He felt the blood pumping in Yugo’s cock with his tongue; the throbbing pulse radiated to his jaw and temples. Kuon tried to turn his brain and feelings off. Not involving his tongue, he let Yugo’s cock slip in and out of his mouth in a monotonous, mechanical rhythm. His head moved, but his thoughts traveled far away, melting somewhere on the edge of a dream and reality.
But it didn’t last long.
Savage fingers grabbed Kuon’s hair, tore his face away from Yugo's groin, and threw him aside.
