Page 35 of Love of the Egoist
I am damaged.Kuon smacked the back of his head against a wall, trying to calm down. His core throbbed with unshed desire. Yugo’s kisses burned his skin even though the man had already been gone.I am so fucking rotten. Why the hell am I like this?
Ten minutes ago, disturbed by a phone call, Yugo had left him in the middle of theirsessionand now his body itched for the release.
No … This is all his fault. Those weird feelings are only capture-bonding, the syndrome of a hostage. It’s an illusion of my fucking mind. Everything will pass, I just have to escape. Isolation is fucking with my feelings and emotions; my deprived of information mind is clinging to any kind of distraction.
The maddening molten lava of unwanted arousal rolled in his lower abdomen, seeking the way out. His cock, pulsating with blood, swelled and strained against the rough fabric of his jeans as adrenaline stormed through his body.
“Fuck,” he managed. Yugo’s lingering kiss burned like a fresh brand on his throbbing lips. “Why?”
He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to erase the feeling, but it didn’t help. Something was obviously wrong with him.
Why the hell I am feeling all this? Why?
He took several deep breaths, but his erection didn’t fade even one bit. He got up, paced the room, looking for distraction, but the burning sensation refused to abate.
“Damn you!” he groaned, slumped on the floor. The haze in his head scalded him, erasing the shame and principles. Unzipping his jeans, he took his cock in his hand and bit his lip. He tried to concentrate on the image of a curvy girl, but saw only Yugo’s eyes smoldered with arousal.
“Bastard.” he cursed, but his hand didn’t stop moving.
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YUGO, WATCHING THE MONITOR, licked his lips. He had to summon all his willpower to fight the urge to go back to Kuon’s room and help the guy with his unsophisticated act.
“Bastard.” The speakers resounded in Kuon’s voice.
When Yugo, dying from the urge to learn what Kuon mumbled in his dreams, ordered a microphone installed in his room, he couldn’t ever imagine receiving such a gift as this. The curse stretched his lips in a satisfied smile.
“You better be dreaming about only one bastard—me!” he whispered to the monitor; at that moment the man on the screen shuddered as a sweet, faint moan left his lips.
A hot wave washed down Yugo’s spine as he clenched his fists.
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KUON GOT UP FROM THE FLOORand wiped his palms with a towel, then threw it in the corner. His stomach twisted; his own scent stuck to his hands.
Disgusting.He shook his head, not willing to think about what he had done. Coming to the door, he battered it with his fists.
If this kept happening, he would lose himself. This he couldn’t afford.
More than that, Yugo was a criminal, an enemy. This alone was a solid reason to start the fire of hatred inside his heart again, not to mention the rape.
“Hey, I need to take a leak!”
The door opened. The ever-emotionless face of Greg greeted him, and the cold steel of the handcuffs wrapped around Kuon’s wrists. Grabbing his elbow, the man shoved him out of the room.
The toilet wasn’t far, about ninety feet away, but during those short seconds Kuon’s brain ranat full capacity, searching for new details, for anything that could give him a way out.
The walls, wooden at the bottom, were covered with vintage gold and pistachio wallpaper at the top. The beech doors looked solid, at least Kuon thought so, and the burgundy carpet strip ran through the mansion from one side window to the other. The staircase to the ground floor split the long corridor in half. His brain registered everything, searching for any advantage he could use to break free.
I might never have another chance.The disturbing thought crossed his mind when Greg closed the bathroom door behind their backs.
Damn, I have to do something or I’ll go crazy. Yugo will screw my brain so bad, I will never be normal again. Or worse… soon enough he will get tired of me and kill me or sell me, who knows?
He relieved himself and leaned against the vanity-sink, wobbled, seized his head, and collapsed to the tile floor. The dull sound resonated in his head.
“Hey, lad!” Greg dashed to Kuon, dropped to his knees and rolled him to his back. Rough fingers fumbled for Kuon’s throat, searching for the pulse. Greg’s concern almost made Kuon feel bad when his head rushed forward gifting the bigger man with a headbutt. The juicy sound of Greg’s breaking nose made Kuon cringe. The huge body swayed and sank to the floor, eyes rolling.
The first part of his impulsive plan had gone without hindrances. Kuon searched the man’s pockets, apologizing to him in his mind for the broken nose and, having found a key, removed the irritating steel from his wrists. Putting the handcuffs on people was his job, and this prolonged role reversal depressed him.
