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Click.
The chastity cage that had restrained him all day finally came undone, and his cock, greeted by fresh air, stiffened eagerly.
“What did you even do to get hard this fast?”
“Hngh…”
Killian flicked his fingers against Nael’s cock—tap, tap—making him squirm in shame, thighs rubbing together as pre-cum dribbled down.
“This is…”
“Mhm.”
“It’s been like this… since earlier.”
The moment their eyes met, his cock had begun to swell like a beast tamed by Killian’s presence, and the tight confines of the cage had been agony.
Killian didn’t press further, even as Nael fumbled for words.
Instead, Nael knelt gracefully on the floor and undid Killian’s trousers.
When Killian lifted his hips slightly to help, Nael’s mouth flooded with saliva without him even realizing it—as if faced with an exquisite meal, his glands working overtime.
Gulp.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as if drinking water.
Nael peeked up at Killian through his lashes.
“Want to put it in?”
“N-No, not that…”
“Ah, so you want it in your mouth.”
“Yes… your cum.”
Now far more honest, Nael voiced his desire.
His eager fingers tugged down Killian’s underwear, and—thwack!—the thick cock that sprang free smacked against his nose and brow.
“Ngh—!”
Killian’s pre-cum splattered onto Nael’s rounded forehead.
The sight of that lewd cock resting against Nael’s pale face twisted something inside Killian.
He wanted nothing more than to shove himself deep into Nael’s hidden hole right then and there, ravaging him until he was a wreck.
Guh… Nael, watching Killian’s strained expression, didn’t fully understand—but he stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked the shaft.
The cock carried the raw scent of musk and heat like a volcano, thick as a child’s forearm, veins bulging so prominently it was almost intimidating.
At first, Nael lapped at it timidly, but soon grew bolder.
His small white hands wrapped around the contrasting flesh, stroking as his tongue worked.
Killian watched and asked:
“You want to swallow my cum?”
“Yes… If you’ll give it to me, Master, I’ll drink it all.”
Before Killian could even respond, Nael opened his mouth wide and took the head in.
Thick, salty pre-cum coated his tongue.
The sensitive slit pulsed, spilling more fluid, which slid down his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
He swallowed every last drop.
He’d sucked endlessly, yet it still wasn’t enough to take the full length.
So he cupped the heavy balls with one hand while the other stroked the shaft.
Killian usually found it endearing when Nael could only manage the tip—like today.
Bobbing his head eagerly, Nael licked and sucked at the head, his tongue delving into the slit before sealing his lips around it and squeezing.
“Did you think I’d belittle you the way the Baron did?”
“Mmm… Nngh… Uuh…”
“Or that I’d raise a hand to you like he did?”
Nael’s eyes widened.
Had he ever mentioned that?
Even as he searched his memories, he was certain he’d never complained about what the Baron had done.
No matter how much it hurt, no matter how unfair it was, Nael had kept his mouth shut—just as he had back in the Baron’s estate.
He’d learned early on that crying wouldn’t change a thing.
Did… John tell him?
Panicked, Nael tried to pull off, but Killian tsked sharply, like scolding a misbehaving animal.
Eyes drooping, Nael had no choice but to take him back into his mouth.
His mind was in turmoil, and his movements grew hesitant—until Killian’s stern voice snapped him back.
“Focus. Weren’t you the one begging for my cum?”
“Hng…”
Killian ruffled Nael’s hair lightly.
“Just sending his son to my bedroom was enough to figure it out, Nael. No one had to tell me. Even if I’d asked, you wouldn’t have said a word, would you?”
“Hngh…”
“Surely you didn’t think I’d let him disrespect me just because he’s older? A Baron’s title means nothing to me—no different from a commoner. You know that, don’t you?”
A Baron, low among nobles, could never dare look down on Killian.
Yet, Nael still flinched at the memories that surfaced.
His hands, stained with dark greed, would have clawed at even Killian’s shadow if they could.
“The Baron will be resting at the villa for a while. He won’t be allowed near you, so don’t worry.”
“Uuh…”
“Tch. At this rate, you won’t get a single drop in your mouth.”
With a dissatisfied grumble at the slowed pace, Killian pulled his cock out of Nael’s mouth.
A thick trail of saliva dripped from Nael’s well-used lips.
Nael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyeing Killian cautiously.
He had wanted to take everything—even the climax—but he hadn’t managed it.
“I-I’ll do it… from on top.”
Nael’s fingers trailed hesitantly over Killian’s thigh as he spoke.
The muscular leg twitched slightly under his touch.
He climbed onto Killian’s lap.
Hng…
His lower belly already ached, and no matter how still he tried to stay, his plump hole twitched restlessly.
The well-used entrance swallowed the thick head of Killian’s cock with ease, as if it had been molded just for him.
The sensation of being filled so deeply made Nael’s head tilt back with a gasp.
“Ah—I-I’m gonna fall…”
“Hngh… H-hold me. P-please…”
“And here you were, boasting you could handle being on top.”
“Ah—!”
Nael clung to Killian’s neck like a lifeline, but the moment the real movement began, his muscles melted into helpless weakness.
His stamina was clearly spent—not that Killian ever allowed him out much.
Aside from the occasional modeling sessions upstairs, Nael was mostly confined to the bedroom.
Sometimes, when the boredom became unbearable, he’d venture into Killian’s study.
Killian would welcome him eagerly, sweeping aside the mountains of paperwork without hesitation.
But Nael, feeling guilty for interrupting, would often leave soon after, unable to shake the sense of being in the way.
At least John’s presence brought some comfort.
Without it, Nael might have drowned in the depths of this gilded cage.
Not a single day passed without thoughts of the South, without waiting for a spring that might never come.
“Ahh—Master…”
A large hand steadied his back, keeping him from toppling over.
With Killian’s support, Nael rocked his hips slowly, coaxing his inner walls to open wider, to take him deeper.
“Hngh… Master…”
“Why so clingy today?”
Despite his wariness of the Baron, Nael wanted to ask about his sister.
The answer would likely be a shout, but he needed to know—
What herbs had been given to her?
What had pushed her to the brink?
He had to know, so he could avoid those ingredients in future medicines.
This wasn’t just a passing cold—recovery wouldn’t come overnight.
How foolish I was, to be so purely happy back then.
His vision blurred as thin tears slipped free.
“Ngh—M-Master… I-I can’t… reach…”
Before his unresolved grief could consume him, he sought refuge in the pleasure Killian offered.
Nael trembled, his breath hitching as he called out desperately.
Hah—!
With one deep thrust, Nael’s eyes flew wide.
A thin line of drool escaped his parted lips as he gasped.
Soon, his face was streaked with tears and spit, his arms clinging to Killian with raw need.
He nuzzled against Killian’s shoulder, smearing his face even further.
Meanwhile, each thrust sent sticky streaks of spend mixing with slick, leaving a glistening mess between them.
Killian’s voice was a low growl.
“You’re the one who’s supposed to move.”
“Hahh… C-can’t… I can’t…”
“Brat. Getting my hopes up for nothing.”
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