Page 93 of Doubts of the Egoist
“Was the itch between your legs so strong you couldn’t wait? Or, after what you saw, you’re okay with anyone, as long as it wasn’t me? Even a dog?” he said in his most tender tone, then got up and went to the wardrobe. It took a moment to collect his thoughts and suppress his desire before rummaging through the shelves in search of a particular toy. When he returned, Kuon watched him with wide-eyed horror. “You should have said so. Whatever it is, I can satisfy you in every possible way. After all, I’ve always strived to fulfill your every wish.”
Yugo smiled, grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, and squirted the clear gel generously over the silicone. Scarlet, with bulging veins winding around its long shaft, the dog dildo was thick and had a massive knot at the base. A spiky tip glinted menacingly in the bright morning light, promising pain or pleasure. Yugo didn’t know, because the toy had been sittingon the shelf for years, forgotten and unused. He couldn’t even remember where it came from.
“You can’t be serious. Stop this right now!” Kuon growled when Yugo plumped down on the bed next to his ass. “I said no!”
The veiny length slipped over Kuon’s entrance once, twice, massaging, unnerving, letting the captive feel every inch of the dildo and also rubbing some lube into his hole. With a flick of his wrist, Yugo turned the pointy tip down and guided it inside.
Watching his victim tremble from the unfamiliar sensation, the Black Duke smiled for the first time in days. The scarred back flexed but failed to curl. The steel leash between his neck and wrist vibrated as Kuon’s anus inevitably opened, swallowing the dildo. The excess lubricant gathered around the red girth, clear drops magnifying the stretched skin.
So pretty…
“Yes, like that. Relax, and I’ll make you feel good,” Yugo encouraged.
“Sick fucker, stop!” Kuon snapped. When the movement stalled due to the muscle contraction, Yugo eased the toy back, enjoying the sight of the pink inner tissue stretching after the scarlet silicone as if it refused to let it go. Fascinated, he wondered why he’d never done this to Kuon before. Watching the process up close was insanely erotic, making him want to lick the place where the dildo entered. “I won’t forgive this…”
“Who needs your forgiveness?” Gently, tenderly, Yugo guided the dildo in again, this time meeting almost no resistance. But as soon as the knot kissed the hole, the movement stopped.
“Pull it out!” Kuon panted through clenched teeth, but this time, there was no demand, just echoes of black desperation. “I was wrong. Please, let’s talk.”
“Why should I? You wanted it; I’m just trying to make you happy.”
In and out. In and out again. In, until the knot kissed the rim, and out, leaving only the thin, elongated tip inside, Yugo rhythmically fucked Kuon with the monstrous dildo.
The musky smell of sex filled his lungs with undertones of Kuon’s fear, distress, and misery. The familiar, intoxicating aroma hazed his mind, thinning out his self-control.
Kuon’s breathing grew short and ragged. His head swayed from side to side. He clawed at the dark varnish on the bed pillar, leaving light scratches.
Wrapped in helplessness and a golden glow, Kuon was dazzling. Sprawled out and desperate, he tugged at the chains as if he believed he could escape if he fought harder, like a moth caught in a spider’s web. Just like a spider, Yugo wanted to devour his prey, drinking it slowly until only the shell remained.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re leaking so much, look.” He scooped some of the pre-cum dripping down the gray silk, then brought his hand to Kuon’s face. “Is a dog cock so much better than mine?”
“Wait…” Kuon stirred to pull himself up on one elbow, away from the glistening fingers.
“I don’t think so. I’ve waited too long, and look what happened. This time, I’ll give you so much pleasure that you won’t be able to think of anyone else.”
“Seriously, wait.” Kuon’s eyes glazed over as he stared atthe silky sheet. His face paled, pupils expanded, distress rolling off him in almost tangible waves. “Please.”
Yugo didn’t want to listen. His head buzzed, heart pounding in his chest. His attention shifted back to Kuon’s bottom. He caressed the round buttock, squeezed it to widen the crease to get a better view of the firm silicone sliding in and out of the tight opening.
With each thrust forward, the hole swallowed a little bit more of the knot, and he knew it was only a matter of time until this lewd body would greedily accept it all.
The smooth silkclung to his cheek… The bittersweet tobacco and spicy cologne mixed with a sour stench of sweat that burned his lungs… The low clanking of chains… Cruel, cutting words… Acrid blood on his tongue… Cold, confident fingers on his skin… Wrists numb as the evil steel bit into his veins… Tearing pain in the most tender places… But humiliation and degradation were the worst. They reopened the old festering wound in his soul that had never healed properly, letting the pus of suppressed indignation and pain contaminate his bloodstream.
Swallowed by emotional sepsis, he found this setup all too familiar. Kuon’s mind doubled over, summoning pictures of his past and superimposing them onto the present. It was as if he had never been away, and the two years apart only happened in his mind. The echoes of his past thrashed against the walls of his skull. Cries of pain… Whispered names… Faint pleas to stop… And moans, moans, moans of forced pleasure…
Pressure spiked in Kuon’s head. Bright spots dotted his vision, turning the gray silk beneath him into a twister mat. Suffocating, he clawed at the bedpost, leaving light scratches ofuncolored wood where the steel cuff had already chafed it.
“Yugo…” His fingers shook, his chest ached, icebound, and his heart pinballed around his ribcage with maddening speed. His head lightened, breaths shortened to dog-like panting, and the present receded as he choked on the obliterating mental assault of his past. He needed time to process, but the rhythmic thrusts of the canine dildo rearranging his insides and crushing his memories drowned him deeper and deeper into the timeless limbo of his memories. “Please, not like this. I hate it!”
“Look at yourself. You’ve soiled the bedsheet, and you dare tell me you want to stop? Don’t lie to yourself; you want me to continue.” A cruel smirk vibrated in Yugo’s voice as he fired his next words right into the remains of Kuon’s pride. “I can’t remember you ever being so excited under me. Do you like the dog cock so much? Makes me wonder if a real one would be even better. I have enough stud dogs in my kennels. I reckon I shall fetch one or two for you to get you started. What do you say if we invite your new boyfriend to watch the show? Would he appreciate it? I’ll even let him join in the fun.”
The bolts of Yugo’s words struck through the fog in Kuon’s ears. He would have much preferred for the man to take a real knife and stab him over and over again instead of telling him that. But the insult had done its job, pinning him to the spot, robbing him of his will, of the fight, but somehow giving him the final push. Like a drowning man running out of air and hope, Kuon stopped struggling and let go of the attempt to save the shards of warmth he had left for his torturer. He relaxed and took a large gulp, letting the suppressed memories break the mental barrier that separated him from the person he’d seen on the screens.
Everything around Kuon got blurred, yet somehow became clearer. He had hated such treatment back then; he hated it now. The question that had plagued him since their reunion haunted his mind.How the hell did I go from hating Yugo to wanting to be with him when he always treated me like this? Just because I saw this psychotic killer has a fragment of human conscience doesn’t mean he’s changed. He never will.
He was no masochist, and he didn’t enjoy being humiliated, but even now, his body reacted as if it existed in another dimension with his mind.
He turned his head, eyes resting on the golden sun splashing in the shards of his pride and broken glass, letting the sensations and physical memories wash over him.
