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Within the expansive mansion, at the farthest corridor of the left wing, lies the bedroom of the eldest son of the Metthanun family—a place shrouded in darkness, mirroring the somber mind of its occupant. Only the faint glow from the garden lights seeps through, casting shadowy forms moving upon the grand bed.
The shadow of the one being victimized, and the other, delivering merciless cruelty.
"Khun Tul… pl… please… please, stop… I beg of you… please…”
Hic… sob… sob!
As the sobbing of a young man escapes his lips, the figure straddling him seizes his head and presses his face into the soft pillow.
The tall, bare figure beneath can only struggle to survive, tears streaming down his cheeks. Yet, the young man named 'Tul' shows no sign of relenting. Instead, he applies pressure, nearly suffocating the other as he growls into his ear with a voice thick with unyielding wrath.
“Cry! I command you to cry… louder… more than that, Ai’Hin!”
Gasp! Cough… wheeze… cough… "Khun Tul, I beg of you… stop… enough… I implore…”
The moment the large hand releases his well-shaped head, the young man known as ‘Hin’ surges up, gasping for air as if drowning. Tears smear his pillow, his voice emerges hoarse, trembling. Yet, this display garners not the slightest compassion from Tul.
At this moment, his handsome face—a striking mix of two ethnicities—is contorted with tension. His piercing eyes blaze with vengeful fury, using his wrath against the helpless man before him.
Or, in another sense… Hin had never once considered resisting this man, from childhood to adulthood.
"I hate him! I hate this wretched house! I hate that old hag! When will she finally get out of my sight forever?"
“Khun Tul, p… please, don’t speak like that… Khun-than—"
Grab!
"When did I ever tell you to speak?!"
Before Hin could finish his words, a large hand seized his chin, forcing the face of the one lying facedown on the bed upward, nearly wrenching a cry of pain from him. Yet, Hin could only lift his head, meeting those sharp, wrath-filled eyes through a veil of tears.
"I’m sorry… I… ahh! Khun Tul, no… please… Khun Tul!"
Suddenly, the one who apologized had to scream. The two hands that were tied to the headboard could only grip the bed sheet until they almost tore it up. When the hot rod violently slammed into him, there was no preparation, absolutely no preparation. There was only the hot heat that pressed and penetrated violently until... he tore.
Wow.
A drop of blood seeped onto the bed sheet, causing pain for the one who received it until he had to bite his lip until it cracked. But the one who did it didn't care. Tul pushed his body in even further until it was all the way in. He felt the tightness that squeezed his hot rod until he had to close his eyes, releasing his pain with sex, which was the only way for him to vent his feelings.
"Ah! Khun Tul, I hurt... it hurts... sob... eek!"
"Good! Scream again, Hin. Scream so that I can hear you again!"
The liquid that serves as a substitute for the good lubricant allows the big thing to pull out and then thrust itself in fully, causing the tied up young man to scream and gasp, but the cruelty is not over yet, it has only just begun.
Swoop.
“Ah! Gasp! Khun Tul... Khun Tul... sob...”
“Good, cry out, cry for me, you have to cry out for me!” A deep voice roared close to his ear.
Before biting hard enough to make the rock tremble all over, the big hand grabbed his hip and pushed up, then Tul pulled out almost all the way and thrust it back in until it was all the way, emphasizing the pain for the person below him, time and time again, as the hoarse voice begged for sympathy.
The more he cried, the more Tul increased his strength.
It was sex without tenderness.
“Khun Tul, ha... Khun Tul, sob... please... please...”
The large bed shook violently, the soft mattress sank down with the impact.
However, sweat dripped all over both of their bodies. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the spacious bedroom. The sound of panting and cries for sympathy penetrated the darkness of the night.
Even though it hurt, the lust from the lower emotions made Hin whisper almost soundless.
"Please, I... can't..."
Grab.
"Ha Ha, Uhh!!!"
The listener inserted his hand to grab the wet flesh in the middle of the torso before Tul pulled hard, making the person who received scream out loud, closing his eyes, feeling the pain mixed with the tingling sensation that could only scream out as the other person wanted.
Even though Hin was in so much pain, he had never refused this person's touch.
"Ah! Ha... th... there... there, sob... Uhh!"
The hot fire hit the sensitive spot inside, making Hin scream, the body twitched, the inside clenched frequently, standing up to receive the cruelty that repeatedly hit him, closing his eyes when the tingling sensation made him dizzy, but...
"Slutty."
.
Oh
This time, it wasn't blood that flowed out, but tears that flowed from the heart. The cruel words whispered in his ear made Hin only able to close his eyes, accepting the words with a trembling voice.
"Yes... I'm a slut. I'm a slut... Khun Tul... eek... Your rod..."
The moans mixed with cries made the other man sneer, and he clenched his jaw tightly, when the warm channel was squeezing him frequently, forcing him to thrust heavily, breathing heavily. He only knew that doing so relieved the heaviness in his heart.
Whenever Tul couldn't take it anymore, he just had to vent it with... this body.
"Good, very good, Hin, very good... mm, mmm.
Swoop, swoop, swoop.
The bed shook violently, when Tul was accelerating into the final turn, the hot shaft went deeper and harder, not taking pity on the one who could only moan hoarsely. The large hands grabbed the hips and made them arch to receive the touch, until Hin lifted his head, his consciousness blurred with pain, accepting the touch that was pounding into him without stopping, and it wouldn't stop until the other party reached the end.
"Ha... ha... eek... mmmmmmmmm"
At that moment The heavy fire rod was pulled out and then thrust in for the last time. He tensed up, releasing his desire until the murky water mixed with the fresh blood until he couldn't tell what it was.
Tul closed his eyes, let himself hang there for a while, then pulled his body out.
"Hack, hack, hack."
The rock that he had been holding all along dropped his body onto the soft bed with no strength. His breath was rapid, he could feel the liquid seeping down his legs.
The rope that was tying his wrists was untied, and the owner of the room who said in a calm voice.
"Take care of it and get out."
Tul then stepped into the bathroom, letting the person who was adjusting his breathing answer in a soft voice.
"Yes, Khun Tul."
Even though he hadn’t released himself yet, even though his whole body was in agony, Hin slowly got up, swallowing the pain from the violence, quickly grabbed his clothes and put them on. Then the young man pulled off the blood-stained bed sheet, replaced it with a new one, and gathered everything into a basket. At the moment the owner of the room stepped out in only pajamas, Tul looked at him with cold eyes.
“When you’re done, get out,” the owner of the room chased him away, letting the person who was a worker in the house answer.
“Yes, good night, Khun Tul,” the young man with bruises on both his wrists and torso said, retreating to the door, closing it skillfully before forcing himself to carry the basket down to the laundry room, throwing everything into the washing machine, and dragging his legs back to the worker’s bedroom in the small house.
It took a long time before Hin, who pretended to be indifferent as if nothing had happened, was able to return to his own bedroom.
As soon as he was out of sight of the other workers, the young man threw himself on the floor, exhausted.
The tears that had been wiped away flowed down again, and he muttered softly, “Tul, have a good night’s sleep. May everything you’ve experienced today be just a nightmare. And if you're hurt...please take it out on me.”
The rock lowered his head close to his knees as he felt the liquid dripping down his underwear.
This physical pain is nothing compared to your heart, Tul.
If you're hurt, please take it out on me. This rock was born for you... you alone.
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