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Wrapped tightly in a blanket, Nael was lifted like a doll into Killian’s arms.
The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he carried Nael effortlessly up the stairs.
BANG! The door was kicked open with enough force to nearly break it.
“Are you… going to draw?”
“No. Not now.”
Now that he thought about it, Killian was still in his robe, while Nael was being carried around completely naked.
He should have been embarrassed, but all his thoughts were consumed by Killian.
Killian picked up a bundle of red ropes and smirked—a filthy, knowing smile.
The meaning behind it was so obvious that Nael’s eyelids fluttered.
With just one corner of his lips lifted, Killian’s face looked obscenely erotic.
“Ugh….”
Nael’s hands were bound behind his back, his legs folded and spread wide as he dangled in midair.
Though the ropes were smooth, the pressure from hanging like this had turned his skin pale where they dug in.
Stripped bare, a gag stuffed in his mouth, his limp cock swayed shamelessly on display.
From his swollen entrance, Killian’s half-spilled cum dripped steadily.
“M-Master….”
“Look. Nael. See what a vulgar sight you make, spread open like this. If you so much as smile, men would lust after that hole of yours, their filthy thoughts written all over their faces.”
Nael squeezed his eyes shut, unable to bear the lewd image reflected clearly in the full-length mirror before him.
When Killian’s fingers pried his hole wider, the sensation of warm seed trickling out made his body tremble.
“Open your eyes. You should watch yourself drip.”
“Nngh—!”
He didn’t want to see.
He clenched his eyes shut, golden lashes barely visible as he resisted.
Killian clicked his tongue, then—smack!—a sharp slap jolted Nael’s body, forcing his eyes wide open.
The icy sting of air against his shriveled balls had done the job.
“Hhk!”
The pain wasn’t severe, but the vibration traveled all the way to his lower stomach.
Another drop of precum fell.
“Tch.”
Killian’s mocking laugh scraped against his eardrums.
“You’d take a beating just to get hard again, wouldn’t you? Even now, your cock’s stirring.”
“Hah… nn….”
Nael’s face paled as he shook his head weakly.
Smack! Smack!
Each strike to his balls made his cock twitch in the air.
A clear bead formed at the tip before trembling loose, stretching into a long string as it fell.
The taunting voice was unfamiliar—So much for denying it.
You’re just a leaky mess.
He tried to push the gag out with his tongue, but it was useless.
“Hah—!”
Killian waved a fake cock covered in wiry yellow fur in front of Nael’s face.
The thick imitation shaft was adorned with shaggy, animal-like hair.
“This one’s made from a real beast’s tail. If you act like a dog, I might just take that gag off.”
Nael shook his head violently.
‘ No, I don’t want anything but Master’s. Just use yours—please.’
But the words dissolved into muffled whimpers.
With a sneer, Killian adjusted the ropes, loosening the upper bindings until Nael slumped forward.
His arms and legs were still bound, leaving him helpless.
Tears fell as he realized even speech was beyond him now.
Then, slowly, his legs were freed.
“Nngh…!”
His feet barely touched the ground, but his arms remained tied behind him, bent at a harsh 90-degree angle.
Just as he tried to tilt his head back in confusion, the gag still in place—
“Ah—! Nngh!”
Killian spread his plump cheeks and invaded the tight hole without warning.
“Ngh—! Mmph! M-Master—!”
His hips were gripped tightly, held in place as Killian fucked into him with rough, shallow thrusts.
Drool dripped from Nael’s parted lips, pooling beneath his feet.
His lower half was a complete mess—precum and spit staining the carpet below.
“Look in the mirror.”
A rough hand yanked his hair, twisting hard enough to tear.
Tears spilled as Nael’s blurred vision fixed on his own reflection—bound, helpless, his ass making obscene wet sounds with every thrust, his flushed cheeks burning under his own green-eyed gaze.
Seeing himself like this, he finally understood Killian’s words.
Disgustingly lewd.
“Everything in that mirror belongs to me, Nael.”
The gag clattered to the floor.
Nael’s face burned as red as the ropes binding him.
“Hah—! M-Master… Nn…!”
The slap came down hard enough to make his ass swell, and his hole clenched tight.
The relentless spanking, paired with the rough thrusts of the cock pounding into him, threatened to shatter his mind.
Pain and pleasure tangled violently in Nael’s head, leaving him breathless.
“Laughing and flaunting that filthy body of yours—who are you trying to seduce?”
“N-No, I’m not— Ahh! Hng!”
His entrance, stretched around a cock as thick as a child’s forearm, flushed pink, so taut it felt like a single flick of a fingernail might tear him open.
The skin teetered on the edge of pain, but Nael only grew more aroused, his breath hitching as needy whimpers spilled from his lips.
Thwack! Thwack!
His plump ass burned red, the skin mottled like scattered petals.
He writhed, shaking his hips to milk the thick shaft buried inside him.
Killian’s hand groped his nipple, twisting it between his fingers.
“Even your cock isn’t enough—had to get your nipples hard too, huh?”
“Nngh! Hah! M-Master! Uhh!”
Killian traced circles around the stiff peak before pinching hard, wrenching a sharp arch from Nael’s back.
The heat coiling low in his gut made his toes curl, the pleasure overwhelming even the sting of his hair being yanked.
“I—I’m gonna cum! Hah! Nngh!”
The words barely left his lips before he spilled onto the floor in thick, white streaks.
Killian only fucked him harder, slamming into him with enough force to split him in half.
Each thrust battered his prostate, his swollen inner walls clenching desperately.
“You love getting fucked this much? I’ll stuff you full—open up and take it.”
“Hnng! Y-Yes!”
Killian’s voice barely registered.
Nael’s mind was too hazy, too lost in the pleasure to catch anything but the rough groans above him.
The hands on his nipples alternated between cruel pinches and soothing strokes, keeping him teetering on the edge.
When he winced, Killian’s grip shifted lower, stroking his cock with rough, calloused fingers.
The friction alone was enough to wring another orgasm from him.
“Ahh! S-So good—!”
His swollen walls clenched even tighter around Killian’s cock, hypersensitive to every brutal thrust.
“Hah! H-Hold me… Nnn!”
“I am holding you.”
“N-No… Hng! W-Wanna see… Master’s face… Ah!”
His toes curled, legs trembling as if he were floating.
All sensation had pooled in his ass, leaving him mindless under the relentless pounding.
His gaze flicked up to the mirror—Killian’s flushed face stared back, his crimson eyes burning with satisfaction.
Just meeting that heated stare made Nael’s skin prickle.
He wanted to press his palm to Killian’s heaving chest, to wrap his arms around that thick neck and let those scorching lips devour him.
“Quit zoning out.”
“Ah! N-No! I—Ngh! I was… thinking of you! W-Wanted to… touch you…!”
The sudden emptiness as Killian pulled out left him gaping, cold air rushing into his exposed hole.
A shiver wracked his body, goosebumps rising in its wake.
“Master! Ah—!”
Something cold pressed against his entrance, sliding inside.
The ticklish brush of hair against his thighs made him squirm.
“Your hole’s so loose I might slip out. Tighten up.”
“Hhh…”
Killian stood before him now, his massive cock twitching.
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