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As a result, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were pale.
Killian clicked his tongue.
“Master. There’s something I need to say.”
Despite the trembling of his hands, Nael forced strength into his voice.
He climbed down from the bed and knelt on the cold floor, lowering his head.
His hands rested neatly on his knees—a gesture of complete surrender.
He had stayed up all night thinking, but this was the only option he could come up with.
Step. Step.
The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.
“They are like family to me. We grew up together. Please, I beg you, show them mercy and spare their lives.”
“Nael.”
“Hhk… I-I’ll do anything… Hhic.”
Overcome with emotion, he burst into tears.
He hadn’t even finished saying everything he had prepared, yet here he was, crying like a fool again.
He rubbed his eyes roughly with the back of his hand.
“Hhic. I don’t even know where I am. I-I don’t know how to escape. So how could I even try? Hhic…”
Killian slowly lifted his hand.
He was going to hit him.
Nael squeezed his eyes shut.
Killian had a temper—when things didn’t go his way, his first instinct was to raise his hand.
Nael had already been struck countless times.
But…
“Am I truly so cruel?”
“…Master.”
“Why do you insist on carrying such a heavy burden on those small shoulders? They are grown men who can take care of themselves. You don’t need to kneel on their behalf.”
“But… this ship belongs to you. They did break the rules.”
Killian stroked Nael’s hair, wiping away the teardrops that had gathered on his chin after trailing down his tear-streaked cheeks.
Nael slowly lifted his head, and as soon as their eyes met, he froze in place.
He was still afraid.
Outside of when they were having sex, it was difficult to meet Killian’s gaze.
“I’ve given them a suitable place. Until they reach the North, they’ll earn their keep through fair labor.”
“A male prostitute….”
“That’s no longer something you need to worry about. John will come to see you every day.”
Nael let out a deep sigh of relief.
Even someone like him, a man who seemed like a demon risen from the flames of hell, still had a sliver of compassion.
That was truly fortunate.
As long as they returned safely and news of his well-being reached his sister’s ears, he had nothing more to ask for.
“Now, let’s talk about you.”
“Pardon?”
“I despise lies. You intended to hide them, but if you were aware of your position, you should have known better.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Nael crawled toward Killian until the restraints would allow no further movement.
He grasped Killian’s ankle and looked up at him, eyes pleading for forgiveness.
Ha. Killian let out a hollow chuckle.
The boy certainly knew how to use his looks to his advantage.
He knelt before him, his eyes shimmering like a child who wanted something.
That innocent, glistening gaze was enough to make Killian let out a faint smile.
“Who taught you?”
“…Huh?”
“To look at me like that.”
Nael tilted his head in confusion.
Look at him like what?
Was it because of the tears?
He wiped the dampness from his eyelids before glancing up at Killian again, only to have his forehead stroked as the man let out a troubled smile.
“What am I supposed to do with a thing like you?”
Even as he listened, Nael couldn’t understand what Killian meant.
He rubbed against Killian’s leg desperately.
“Please forgive me.”
He was sincere.
“I’ll accept whatever punishment you give me. A-Although… I’m still a little afraid of pain.”
“You want a punishment that doesn’t hurt? For someone who did wrong, you sure have a lot of demands.”
“Hic…”
“Stand up.”
Nael stood awkwardly, his hands instinctively covering his groin.
He still felt too embarrassed to expose himself completely.
But Killian wasn’t someone who would allow such modesty.
At the single word, “Hands,” Nael withdrew them behind his back.
Killian seemed to have a particular fondness for playing with Nael’s balls, frequently kneading them.
Every time he did, Nael flinched in surprise, but this time, he trusted him.
He might hurt him, but he wouldn’t completely break him.
“Hngh…”
“Use your hands.”
“W-What?”
Nael thought he had misheard.
The very person who detested him touching himself was now commanding him to masturbate.
“Must I repeat myself?”
“N-No.”
Nael wrapped his fingers around his flaccid member, forming a loose ring and tapping it lightly.
His eyes flickered toward Killian’s expression, searching for any reaction.
Since he was the one who ordered it, this should be fine… right?
He continued stroking, feeling the blood rush into his shaft.
Wet sounds filled the room as precum dripped from the tip, slicking his cock.
Killian watched without expression, which only served to heighten Nael’s arousal.
It was his first time pleasuring himself in front of someone else.
“Haa… Hngh…”
His erection stood firm, the tip flushed red.
A feverish moan escaped as he bit his lip, his cheeks burning.
The head of his cock, passing between his fingers, grew even wetter with each stroke.
“Stop.”
Just as his body tensed, preparing for release, Nael inhaled sharply at the abrupt command.
“Again.”
His hand resumed its motion.
His already hardened cock throbbed, and the build-up was even faster this time.
“Hnn… ah…”
“Stop.”
Nael’s thighs trembled as he twisted them together.
Just a little more, and he could climax, but he was forced to hold back.
Frustration clouded his eyes. His palm was sticky with precum, his cock burning hot.
“Again.”
Nael grew more desperate.
Was Killian trying to make him cum, or was he merely watching for his reaction?
He couldn’t tell.
Squelch. Squelch.
The precum pooling in his palm formed into small droplets, dripping down.
“Hngh…”
“Stop.”
But Nael, desperate for more, couldn’t bring himself to obey.
Slap!
“Ahh—!”
A fiery strike landed on his ass.
Killian’s sharp voice chastised him.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“Ah, no. I’m sorry.”
“Start.”
Nael felt like the tears he had been holding back would spill over.
A wave of sorrow washed over him.
His cock was so painfully hard that just a few more strokes would have sent him over the edge like an arrow loosed from a bow—yet he was ordered to stop, as if cut off by a blade, right at the crucial moment.
It was pure torment.
He curled his toes inward, dragging his big toe against the hard wooden floor.
Slap!
Another strike landed because he hadn’t started right away.
“Begin.”
Killian spoke as if signaling the start of a race.
Nael tightened his grip and began stroking himself.
The obscene, slick sounds filled the space.
It was loud enough to tickle his own ears—sounds so lewd that even Killian could hear them just as clearly.
Unlike before, Killian didn’t stop him this time.
And that only made it more confusing.
Was he allowed to come?
“Master, please… Give me permission. Can I come?”
Even twisting his thighs together wasn’t enough—his toes clenched in desperation.
Holding back wasn’t something he could control, but he still had no idea if he was allowed to release.
He feared another strike would come if he acted without permission.
Nael looked up at Killian with pleading eyes.
“Master, ah—!”
A thick, white release shot out in quick bursts, splattering onto Killian’s shoes.
‘Haa, haa.’
The orgasm lasted longer than usual, drawn out by the repeated pauses.
“Master…?”
Nael wasn’t sure why he was suddenly in Killian’s arms.
“If you collapse after just coming once, what am I supposed to do with you?”
Killian sat him down on the bed. The lingering high left him dazed, his legs weak.
He must have been on the verge of falling because Killian had caught him.
Nael clung to Killian’s arm.
“Let go.”
Nael, who had been leaning against Killian’s thick arm, loosened his grip reluctantly.
Killian tugged his pants down slightly.
His cock, hidden beneath his underwear, hung heavily, as if burdened by its own weight.
As Nael gazed up at him with dazed eyes, a brief command followed.
“You know what to do, don’t you?”
Nael glanced between the massive flesh and Killian.
The way to satisfy him was by using his own body, but Killian was simply standing there…
Like a fearless statue, his legs spread just enough, his cock settled between them.
Nael reached out and wrapped his hand around it.
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