Page 5 of Pursuing the Egoist
Digging his knee into the mattress, Yugo sat on his hip between the sprawled legs. Dropping the cane on the bed near him, he warmed the butt plug in his palms before dipping its tip into the creamy drop that threatened to reach the bedsheet. With light strokes, he smeared the semen all over Noah’s hole, lubing it, before nudging the entrance with the tip.
“Don’t spill what I give you, Slut.”
His pupils fixated on the pink opening that greedily swallowed the black tip as he moved his hand to and fro. Whenever Yugo pulled the plug out, the hole gaped and gulped down the semen bubbling around the rim. Noah huffed. Fixing one eye on Yugo, he lifted his ass, offering himself for better stimulation.
“Such a horny, little slut you are…” Yugo murmured, renewed desire squirting into his blood. With a fast, cruel movement, he screwed the plug into Noah’s body. The muscles beneath the tattoo tensed, filling the design with sharp shadows, then relaxed.
“So fucking hot…” A breath of pure admiration broke out of Yugo’s lungs. His head swam as he watched Noah’s anus “chew” on the plug, accommodating it. “See? Not so scary so far. You will love the canning too.”
Rising to his feet, he fetched the cane, then took a position next to the bed.
“Are you ready, Slut?” Not waiting for the reply, Yugo raised the cane in the air before landing it hard on Noah’s ass.
The boy yelped and a violent shudder twisted his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tugging the air with his dilated nostrils. Yugo hummed, watching the stripe bleed through the tanned skin. Pale and blue, it would soon darken, swell, and turn into a beautiful hematoma.
“That’s it, breathe…” He encouraged Noah before granting him another stroke, aiming to leave a long-lasting, purple bruise.
Fingers fumbling over the chain, Noah’s head tossed. The muscles on his back rolled with every breath he took. He hurled, and the metal cuffs bit into his skin.
“You are concentrating on the wrong thing, Slut. Do you feel the plug inside?”
Taking a step toward the bed, Yugo placed his palm over the rapidly warming ass. Noah whimpered as Yugo gave the damaged skin a light rub then pushed the plug deeper inside with the heel of his palm.
A weak moan, tearing from Noah’s throat, curled his lips in a smile.
“That’s it. Feel it. Enjoy it. Anticipate it.” Pulling a hand away, he gave a hard slap across the darkening stripes, then stepped away and raised the cane in the air again. “Think of the pleasure inside you. Of the plug, shifting with every stroke of the cane.”
SWOOSH.
When the third stroke landed across his bottom, Noah squeezed his eyes shut, head falling backward. His teeth barred around the black ribbon, and he rubbed himself against the sheet, seeking pleasure in his pain.
Yugo stopped breathing. His mind blanked as he watched Noah’s skin warm up, gain color. Pink washed over his neck and shoulders; he rolled his head, fixing his liquid gaze on Yugo, seeking appreciation.
“That’s it… Good boy.” He nodded, entranced. His hand rose again, then again, and again.
The convulsions of Noah’s body grew more violent with every lick of the cane. His head rolled from side to side, spewing sweat. In the places where his forehead found short rests, dark patches marred the pale-gray silk.
The sour smell of sweat and sex was so thick in the air it made it hard to breathe. Yugo’s vision pulsed, losing the periphery to opaque, red mist. His head lightened as the drumming of his heart became so violent he could barely hear Noah’s cries of pain behind it.
When the horizontal, purple strokes hatched Noah’s ass, completely covered the bronze skin, Yugo dropped the cane. His shirt clung to his torso and his pants rubbed against his thighs with every move. Ignoring the discomfort, he licked the salt off his upper lip and approached the bed.
“You did good, Slut,” Yugo said, blanketing the lax body with his own. Lips gathering the pearly beads of Noah’s sweat, he dragged them up the spine, toward the nape. Noah’s limbs vibrated under his touch, as the sharp and fast panting invaded his ears. When his gaze reached the cuffed wrists, Yugo’s heart stuttered, then slammed against his ribs with a hollow thump. Red, stripped skin oozed with fresh blood. Weak fingers clung to the chain as if the metal could help Noah gain a little of its stoicism.
Yugo had seen this before. A powerful flashback invaded his mind making his vision glitch, flicker, and split. A heavy mist washed over the room, altering small details. The mutilated back. The acrid stench of blood and body fluids. Screams of pain. And the dark eyes, full of hatred.
His chest constricted. He pulled the butt plug out of Noah’s ass, tossed it aside. Working quickly, he released one of the prisoner’s hands and brought it to his mouth, licking clean the ruby drops that skated down the pallid wrist. His cock pulsed. He unzipped his pants again and took his length into his hand before guiding it between Noah’s sore cheeks.
“Come, Kuon, let me take you.”
CHAPTER 2
WHEN THE POWERFUL ORGASMwiped clean the sultry haze in front of him, Yugo pulled out. His vision sharpened, and the slender body fell into focus, quivering beneath him.
Noah’s eyelids were red, immobile pupils fixing on a spot in front of him. A thin layer of perspiration glazed his shoulders and face, accenting the veins popping out on his temples, neck, and forehead.
“Are you okay?” Yugo asked, brushing wet strands of hair away from Noah’s forehead. Kissing the boy’s hot, swollen eye, he pulled the tie out of his mouth.
Working his jaw, Noah nodded then closed his eyes.
