Page 4 of Pursuing the Egoist
Eyes tightly squeezed, Noah managed a weak nod. The smell of alcohol so overpowering not long ago, faded, substituted by the sour stench of fear.
Yugo frowned.
Why are you scared? What did you do?Noah had never feared him or worried about his safety, knowing that Yugo wouldn’t hurt him. Why now?
“Did you cheat on me, Slut?”
Noah shook his head. Yugo believed him. Noah was too smart to insult him like this, and he had no reason to do so. Yugo gave him everything. A place to live, money to spend, a car to drive, and the freedom to do whatever he pleased.
Pushing one hand between the pillow and Noah’s hips, Yugo squeezed the blood-filled flesh.Hard and dripping, huh? Is he playing with me?
He peered into the dilated pupils, trying to read the answer in them but failed, unable to tell if Noah was scared, aroused, or both. Realizing that the answer wouldn’t change anything, Yugo continued, “I told you that you clubbing all night long without security is bad for my reputation and not safe for you, haven’t I?”
Yugo’s fist slid up and down Noah’s slick flesh, teasing, stimulating. “A simple rule, Slut. Unsupervised, you only drink at Rudolph’s places. If you are horny—only fuck his rent boys. Never bottom for anyone but me; never let other people touch you unless you pay for their service. What wasn’t clear?”
Noah’s body convulsed, his dick swelled, pulsing in Yugo’s hand. His eyes widened, fixed on the single spot. Their color changed, but instead of picking up the liquid nacre-blue, as they always did when Noah was aroused, they matted, whitened, as if diluted with milk. The contradictory scent of fear condensed the air, messing with Yugo’s mind. Sinking under his skin, it fermented his blood, tempting him to hurt Noah, so he could bask in the screams of pained pleasure and enjoy the tears flowing down his pallid cheeks.
“Leaath…” Noah begged “please”, and Yugo smiled.
“Don’t be scared. I’m not really angry with you.” Yugo pressed a kiss to the wet temple. “It’s just a lesson. But in the future, don’t disobey me. Next time I might really get mad, and that you won’t enjoy.”
He squeezed the cock in his palm. Noah’s back arched, and the wonderful clanging of chains filled the air. Noah’s hips rocked, and liquid heat flooded Yugo’s palm.
“That’s it,” Yugo murmured. Praising the boy with a kiss to the shoulder, he concentrated, sped up, then groaned as the long-chased orgasm slammed against him in an electric wave of painful pleasure.
A sharp spasm paralyzed his lungs; he sank his nails into the shoulder in front of him. The room darkened. He held still for a minute longer, waiting for his heart to slow down. When his lungs stopped burning from chasing air, he released the grip, wiped his cum-coated palm off on the sheet, and pulled out. With a gentle hand, he ruffled Noah’s hair. “It was hot, Slut. Now, back to the lesson.”
He got up and zipped up his pants. Approaching the carved wood of the wardrobe, he opened the doors, revealing a collection of butt plugs, restraints, and discipline toys.
Noah shook his head, his movements frantic, jerky. Yugo ignored him. Snatching a cane from the display, he twisted it in his hands, bending and warming the wood. Satisfied with the first impression, Yugo raised the cane in the air then landed it on his palm. Supple, the wood zapped through the air with a nerve-wrenching swish. Pain stormed through his arm, leaving his nerves buzzing with the bright afterglow. Working his fist to ease the pain, Yugo nodded his approval, selected a black, medium-sized butt plug, and turned to the bed.
“You will receive fifteen strokes. Five for not calling me for a week. Five for breaking the rule and cruising through the clubs. And five more to remind you not to ignore my words in the future. I won’t warm you up, and I won’t hold back, so brace for it.”
Noah whimpered and yanked the chains.
Elusive nostalgia triggered his memory, pulling Yugo’s attention away from the bed and Noah. Something similar had already happened here, in this room … with Kuon. That night, the air had been drenched in a harsh, metallic smell, agony, and arousal.
Why the fuck do I think about him now?Yugo squeezed his eyes, trying to get rid of the flashback.Fucking Tobias.
Noah jerked again, his breathing short, harsh, and panicky. Yugo approached the bed, looked him in the eye, then ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him. “Don’t be scared; it won’t be much different from our usual impact play. I won’t scar you or make you bleed. You’ll love it.”
Noah gulped, fixed his gaze on Yugo, a painful grimace twisting his beautiful features. He growled, looked up at the restraints, then thrashed with his whole body.
“Easy,” Yugo murmured. “If you don’t stop fighting, you will hurt yourself.”
The tip of the cane kissed Noah’s nape, dragged along the perfect line of his spine. Yugo swallowed hard as the cane reached the curve of the tailbone, then clambered up the crest of the buttock. Circling the bed, Yugo broke the contact of the wood and skin for a brief moment, to pass a bed pillar, before touching it to the top of the crack.
Noah tensed when the wooden tip inched lower and froze over his hole. Chains clanged again, and Yugo’s attention jumped up to the long, delicate fingers wrapping around the solid metal chains.
Kuon used to do that too…
Guiding the cane along Noah’s crotch, Yugo pulled it away, licked the tip, then pressed it back, rubbing his saliva into the puckered entrance. With a flick of his wrist, he gave it a light stroke.
Noah yelped. The hole shrunk, and a creamy liquid spurted out, streaming down the seam.
“Look at this mess…” Yugo clicked his tongue. “What a bad boy, you spilled it all.”
“Ugh uu…” Yugo grinned, translating the muffled groan as “Fuck you.”
