MB Chapter 1: He Pinned Me Down

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This is not real. This is not real. This is not reeeeeeal!

"Huff, huff, huff... Hic, hooooo, uuuuuuuuugh."

Inside a room pitch dark and devoid of light, Práo Plêrng is lamenting in his heart, unable to believe what is happening to himself at this moment. The sound of panting breaths mixed with moans completely shatters the night's silence, blending with the friction of the bed sheets.

But louder than anything else is the sound of that Plêrng being overpowered. It is thump-thump-thump-thump-thump indeed.

Right now, the young man, the little one with fair, smooth skin, is using both hands to grip the bed sheets tightly, like a madman, while his hips float prominently above the bed surface. His face is bathed in tears. His eyes are red and brimming. His lips are swollen and pouty, as if they have been crushed for a long time. Not only that, the clothes that once covered his entire body have been torn off, leaving only his soft, thin skin, drenched in sweat and a sticky film.

Yes! Âi'Plêrng got pinned down!

Yes, Khun, Khun, you read correctly. The young man who "doesn't discriminate where he itches, he'll take anyone if they're refreshing" and "always wants to get pinned" is being pinned down by the boring young man who he just said was probably impotent!

When Plêrng was pulled down onto the bed, he does not really remember what happened. What he remembers clearly is the gaze that made his hair stand on end. It is both intense, vulgar, and frantic. Then the burning kiss that feels like it will suck out his soul begins. It is passionately wild, both snatching, invasive, and subtly forceful, until his lips are bruised and swollen, and his heart pounds heavily. And given their size difference, he should have known where he would find the strength to fight back.

Plêrng gets sucked, and then sucked again. The next time he becomes aware is when he realizes his clothes have come off at some point. Not a moment later, large palms are rubbing all over his body, both pressing down and kneading roughly, showing no tenderness.

He tingles, he shudders, he loses his senses. His brain only starts working again when... a moan rings out.

How could it not ring out? Who would believe the young man with the boring face has a weapon like... a giant timber log?

Âi Plêrng says he has never encountered this size before!

The first time it hits him, his senses return. The second time it hits him... he loses his senses completely.

What kind of madman has something this big!

"Hic, uuugh, it tingles, Ee, it tingles... Ha, Haa... Too hard, it's too hard now, uuughhhhh."

Plêrng moans with a hoarse voice because the other party is pressing against him from behind. Two hands grip and knead his hips, and bloody fucking hell! He is thrusting rapidly and vigorously.

Thump-thump-thump

Now the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes throughout the large room, but Plêrng has no senses left to listen to it. His mind is focused solely on the very large part whose shape he has not yet seen with his own eyes, but whose size he is intimately familiar with from the inside. It is both big and long, thrusting deep inside him until his tears fall in streams. It rubs, grinds, and kneads against his sensitive spots until his whole body is covered in goosebumps.

He pants for breath until his body jolts. His two hands grip the bed sheets even tighter.

He tells him to be gentler, but the other party shows no mercy.

Slap

"Hooooo, Phîi, too hard... too hard... Ee, Haa, Ahhhhhh... I'm dying, I'm dying!!"

Suddenly, Plêrng is grabbed by both shoulders and pulled up to lean against the chest of the person behind him. His knees shake and tremble under the weight, forcing him to quickly reach out and brace his hands against the headboard to support himself. Meanwhile, the person behind him thrusts deep inside him in that position without hesitation, until his sensitive part dangles in the air, releasing drops of fluid, dripping wet and smearing over every part.

The young man admits he is tingling so much he really might die.

"Hooooo, it hurts... it hurts, Ah!!"

The little one cries out at the top of his voice when the large young man behind him bites into the nape of his neck. He sinks his teeth in. The pain flashes through his entire body. But it is not an unbearable pain; on the contrary, it stimulates his body more intensely than if someone were to stroke him, causing his sensitive part to release a cloudy white fluid, dirtying the bed. His body flashes with heat. Inside the passage, it squeezes and tightens intensely until he hears a roaring growl echo.

Amazing, it is amazing! Plêrng moans in his heart. The sensation at the climax is so intense it feels like ascending to heaven. His body is weak and limp, unable to support its own weight any longer. His eyes are tightly shut, tears still streaming down. His red, bruised lips part slightly, savoring the ultimate feeling he has never encountered before.

At the moment the large young man also retreats, pulling out, letting out a heavy sigh at the hollow, sinking feeling inside.

However...

Thump

"Don't yet! Don't, I just finished, wait a moment, wait... Ahhhhhhh!!"

The one who wants to savor this moment for a few more seconds shouts a loud protest when his body is flipped over onto his back again. Then the other young man grabs his hips and pulls him close in one motion. His entire body floats or moves until the two fleshy parts touch. But the strong one does not intend for them to just rub against each other.

Plêrng has his legs spread wide apart, and there is no need to guess what happens next.

The giant timber log thrusts in abruptly until his chest arches and his body lifts off the bed. He moans at the top of his voice. His two hands slide to grip the pillow tightly. It is not just because it is so tight there is almost no room to move, or because it hurts so much he cannot do anything. No, the moment the heat enters him to the hilt, Plêrng writhes his body, shaking, panting for breath. The part that had just gone limp moments ago stiffens rebelliously to an embarrassing degree.

Once again, the heavy weapon is launching a violent assault.

"Hic, Ee, Ah-aah, good, so hard, Huff, Huff... Good Lord... Bloody fucking hell, Haa... Hooooo"

Plêrng no longer cares what he is crying out. His brain has turned to mush. Only his body responds to the other party by instinct. His face shakes and tosses from side to side. He uses immense effort to slowly force his eyes open, peering through the darkness at the face drenched in sweat. But... it is intensely, wildly passionate.

It is raw, it is savage, it is hungry and thirsty, until Plêrng seems like just a little rabbit facing a lion.

Yes, this person is a genuine beast!

The person who is thrusting into him non-stop with no sign of stopping, his panting breaths are deep and strong, stimulating his emotions until they flash with tingling sensations. Plêrng himself tries to fight, but he is completely weak and limp. When the other party flips him over to lie on his side and plunges deep inside with that posture, the one who is confident in his skills can only moan and groan, pant and tremble, then let the other party do as he wishes.

He does not know how many times sharp teeth bite into his soft skin, leaving large, dark marks. This happens just as much as the lower part that is memorizing the burning heat it has never felt from anywhere else, so thoroughly and intensely.

At this moment, it is not just Plêrng's cries, but also the sound of the bed scraping, the sound of the blanket almost tearing under his hands, the sound of the wet, sticky film being hit forcefully by the hot object, the sound of palms slapping his round buttocks multiple times, and the sound of pleading, begging for mercy.

"I yield... I yield, Hic, Plêrng yields... Ah... Bloody fucking helllll, I yield, Hooooo uuuuugh!!"

Even though he says he yields over and over, there is no sign when this storm will pass.

He bounces up and down in the tornado, not allowed to fall to the ground because of the moving force. Whenever Plêrng thinks it will end, a new storm forms again, hitting him, only making his emotions surge higher and higher, so much that he really might lose his mind.

"Enough... Arrggghhh"

The last thing Plêrng remembers before his brain truly stops functioning is... this young man is a bloodthirsty wild animal!

He has met him, right? This friend of Phîi Andrew is the young man most vicious in bed that he has ever...

***

Last night... What the hell happened?

It is morning. The sun is floating in the sky. Meanwhile, Práo Plêrng gets up from the bed with a tired expression, still pale, his hair messy and unkempt. His eyes are still wet from crying heavily with bliss (?) last night. His brain has not yet started functioning, so he can only sit still, blinking his eyes rapidly, like a dumbfounded youth.

Dumbfounded, of course. How could he not be dumbfounded?

Plêrng looks down at his own bare upper body and he sees… a massive number of bite marks!

"Ngueeeeh"

He lets out a bizarre sound, then raises his hands to cover his face. It is not because of anything...

"Shit-lizard, the most blissful in three worlds, eight stars, fourteen universes!"

Bloody fucking hell, it is the best he has ever had with anyone!

Plêrng sobs in his throat, starting to recall some of the events from last night. He is not sure either if he lost consciousness when the other party finished the third round, or before that, because it is quite blurry. He only knows that once he saw stars and was kicked up to heaven, that was it... he was done.

Someone like him, who has had no small number of partners, ended up with a boring young man?!

Thinking this, Plêrng also suddenly remembers who he was with last night.

That's it. He turns abruptly to look at the bed next to him, and finds the wild animal that… Utterly composed.

Are you sure it is the same person?

The one whose rear entrance is throbbing from heavy use, he leans over to look at his bedmate. He scans that face thoroughly, then frowns sharply.

Phîi Sǐndhu (is that right, huh?), this guy's face is as good as that Âi Andrea said, right? I mean, his eyebrows are thick, his face is sharp enough, though the eyes, not sure how they look when open, give a slightly droopy impression. His nose is nicely high-bridged, alright, but even while lying down, his lips are stretched straight, making the overall impression of this face rather... boring in his view.

Not that it is not good. It is good, but as his friend said, it is not 'pek'.

That was his thought last night. But combined with what they did together all night, Plêrng is starting to change his mind a little. Because who cares if the corners of his eyes droop? When he looks at him with a gaze like he wants to eat him whole, it makes his body burn hotly, almost madly. Plus, the sex is not boring at all. It is not just strong, fast, and enduring, but he is also diligent in changing positions, adding flavor, texture, making someone like him moan almost breathless.

So now, Plêrng tells himself... you cannot judge a person by their external appearance.

Not to mention...

The young man cannot help but reach out to lift the blanket a little, and Good Lord! That size, even while asleep!

This is the dream size!

The thought makes him take a deep breath. To be honest, his mouth itches intensely, wanting to try tasting it a little, because last night he did not get to try. He was on the receiving end the whole time. Right now, he really wants to know how the dream size would feel in his mouth. In the end, he swallows again. Gulp.

Can I try just a little? Anyway, we've been at it for almost the whole night.

Plêrng licks his lips again, while pulling the blanket away from the large young man. He has not learned his lesson at all from last night when he could only moan 'arrgghh'. His hand crawls over the firm stomach and finds it more muscular than it looks.

It is not exactly like a magazine model's bulky build, but it gives a feeling of firmness, has abs, and the fine hair below the navel is so sexy he wants to grab it full-handed.

"Huuuurk!"

Plêrng gasps another breath, because just at that thought, his mischievous hand slides down to play with that hair. But his eyes... look lower than that.

At that moment, the young man does not know either that... someone has woken up.

"Just a little."

"What are you doing?!"

The little one startles, letting go of what he just touched in surprise. He turns abruptly to look at the source of the voice, and he finds that... the wild animal has awakened.

The wild animal that has turned into a little deer.

Plêrng thinks, puzzled, because the vicious gaze from last night is now filled with confusion and surprise to the point of astonishment, mixed with a little fear. And it is scanning around his face, lowering to his neck, almost about to look down further, but...

"Again, is it?!"

"Huh?!"

If not this situation, then which one would be puzzling?

But the large young man does not seem to want to clarify his confusion at all, because the tall body springs up swiftly from the bed, then looks down at his own naked body in startled shock, as if he was not the one who took it off last night. His two hands cover the giant timber log, and then he does something that shocks Plêrng so much he almost rolls off the bed.

"I am sorry!"

The large young man drops to his knees, then bows until his head touches the floor, shouting so loudly it makes his eardrums ring.

"Please forgive me. I did not intend for something like this to happen. I did not intend to hurt you. I am sorry!!!"

"Huh?!"

Plêrng is so surprised he lets out a soft cry. He looks down at himself and vaguely understands... Does he mean the bite marks all over his body?

They might be a bit numb now, but while it was happening, they felt good.

The little one looks at the senior who remains in that position, naked and all, until he can only speak uncertainly.

"It is fine, Khrap. I do not mind."

Snap

Sǐndhu, who is making a face like he is receiving a death sentence, looks up with disbelief, and then it changes to gratitude, and finally to relief. Not letting Plêrng collect himself in time, the other party springs up swiftly again. But it is not to embrace the person on the bed with infatuation, but rather...

"I am sorry once again."

The older one bows quickly, gathers his clothes from around him, and then runs swiftly out of the bedroom, straight-faced!

Crash!

Slam!

"Ouch, sorry, sorry, Khrap!"

Now, Plêrng can only sit still like a madman, his hand outstretched mid-air, frozen in the act of calling him back, listening to the crashing sounds of the person bumping into things in his room, and the pitiful apologies. But above all, he is stunned by the utterly disastrous thing that just happened.

What the hell just happened?

"That's right, what the hell happened?"

The young man sits still like that for several more seconds, then...

"Arggghhh!"

He grabs a pillow and immediately throws it in the direction the other party left.

No one has ever fled from his bed like this before!

Where is the wild animal from last night? Where is the hungry, thirsty beast? There is only an impotent young man running away with his tail between his legs.

So, was he so drunk last night that he imagined it all?!

"No, these marks all over my body are real!"

Plêrng shouts irritably, because the evidence is clear that he was definitely pinned down last night. He just never thought the one who pinned him would wake up as a completely different person. And that guy who ran out is the type he wants to stay far away from the most, which is irritating to think about.

How could he have accidentally felt good with a young man like that? He told himself that Phîi Andrew is definitely better.

"Whoa, bloody fucking hell!"

The young man tells himself and gets up from the bed, but...

Squelch

Then... his weak, limp legs give way, making him sit folded on the floor, forcing him to blink rapidly.

"Hooooo, that madman! That fool! I want the person from last night. How can Phîi make someone else's legs go limp and then run away like this? It is not fair!"

***

"Hah hah hah, hah hah hah, Ouch, I am laughing, I cannot take it... I have a stomach ache... Hah hah hah, hah hah hah."

"I hope you choke on your own laughter and die, damn it."

"It is fine. Consider that I died happily. Hah hah hah, hah hah hah."

"Come on, feel a little sorry for him, Âi Andrea."

"It is a funny story, I have to laugh, huh."

Right now, the fellow Communication Arts faculty members are looking at the three closest friends with surprise, because Práo Plêrng, the young man with the attractive face whom they find easier than expected, came to sit next to his two close friends and has been talking with a sulky expression for a while. Andrea, the beautiful half-Thai young woman, is laughing with her mouth wide open, not concerned about looking pretty, even though... she is suppressing her laughter to the best of her ability, making Phént speak up to admonish her.

"You too, Âi Phént, I see your shoulders shaking."

"I am cold."

"What the hell, thirty-three degrees and you're cold?!"

The little one says with a contorted face, until his other close friend who did not witness last night's events has to force a straight face, even though he is laughing almost to death.

Phraophana, Plêrng's close friend with a consecutive student ID number, is the same type of young man as Plêrng—not "will take anyone if they're refreshing"—but he has made it clear from the start that he is not interested in young women. However, he is more composed and proper, whether in dress, personality, or his looks, which can be considered very handsome. But he is not like Plêrng, whom one look tells you he was born for them to... insert.

Phént is considered good-looking in the eyes of both young women and young men. And his personality... is much, much more reserved and demure...

Many people wonder how these three became so close.

Phént would answer frankly, how could they not be close? Their names are similarly strange, their IDs are consecutive, they sat next to each other from orientation day, and they are both gay (receiving) too. Even if they did not want to be close, they would have to be.

And Andrea... she just tagged along, okay?

"Okay, so to summarize, you took Phîi Sǐndhu, who is Phîi Andrew's friend, home with you. Then, not knowing which room he was in, you took him to your room. When you sobered up, he was on top of you, taking you. But when he woke up in the morning, he just ran off and disappeared... correct?"

"Yes, how is that different from what I said?"

Phént narrows his eyes slightly and asks in a serious tone.

"Are you sure you did not intentionally take Phîi to your room and then pin him down yourself?"

"Hah hah hah, hah hah hah, Gah hah hah, I cannot... take it, I cannot take it anymore... Hah hah hah."

That's it. The other friend, who knows Plêrng's nature well, laughs loudly across the faculty, holding his stomach with glee at this conclusion, until Plêrng snarls at both of them.

"Yes, I know I am easy, but not with everyone, hey! Âi Drea heard too, right, that I do not like that type. Why would I want him, huh? He is the one who did me. Look at the marks on your friend's neck here, look! Bite marks, full of them." Plêrng pulls his collar to show his fair chest, which Phént promptly pulls back to cover as before.

Of course, it is not for any particular reason. There are plenty of people aiming for Âi Plêrng. If he exposes himself like this, they will drool.

"And it is not that I am angry at him or anything, but I really do not like that Phîi ran away from me like I am some kind of person not worth sleeping with. If he had left properly, not running through the fields, I would not have come to tell you guys in this tone of voice." Plêrng pouts, turning his face away. He has never felt this insecure before.

Every other time, people ask for his number, beg for a next time. No one has ever run away from him like this.

He admits it hurts his feelings... a lot.

Besides, he was not the one who started it. The other party started it, and moreover, did it so skillfully and thoroughly that Plêrng had to beg for his life, which was so blissful, so good. He himself had the fleeting thought that he would like a next time. But faced with this, who could say anything?

The more the thinker pouts, the more he bites his lips until they turn pale. His eyes look so pitiful that his two good-natured friends cannot help but soften.

Âi'Plêrng is just too attractive.

Not only they think so, probably even the young women and young men around here think the same. Because even though Práo Plêrng's bed life is seasoned, it does not mean his personal character is poor. On the contrary, Plêrng is simple, straightforward, a bit spoiled, and loved by all the seniors and juniors. When he makes eyes like this, who would not want to pamper him?

"So, do you want Phîi Sǐndhu's number?"

Even Andrea's heart softens, though her body twitches—not because of anything, she is still laughing.

"What for? No, whoa! His name is cheesy, his face is not my type, and he left me on top of it. His only good points are just... whatever. I do not want anything. I do not want to see him again." Plêrng shakes his head the other way, not speaking fully his mind that aside from what he said, he is extremely taken.

Big is big, strong is strong, very enduring, and moreover, so skillful.

"Are you sure you do not want it?" Phént narrows his eyes, seeming to see through him.

"No!" The sulking one (because he was left alone and empty in the morning) affirms firmly. But his slumped shoulders, full of regret, make his female friend shift closer, whispering amusingly.

"Don't tell me you got tamed by Phîi Sǐndhu and turned into a cat."

"Psycho!" The listener pushes his friend's head away, not daring to say... hmm, it was good.

"A face like that, the sex must be as boring as the face. There is nothing to regret at all."

This time, he will put on his toughest act.

"Really?" The young woman waves her mobile phone in front of his face, showing the law student's number, which Plêrng immediately stops himself from looking at. He springs up at once, his hand grabbing his bag, then throwing it over his shoulder.

"Who would want it, huh? I am not talking with you guys anymore. I am going to the room first." Having said that, he immediately walks off in the opposite direction. He does not want to be caught that the capable Plêrng has fallen off his horse because of a young man like that. If it were Phîi Andrew, that would be one thing, he would announce it to the whole faculty that... It was amazing.

I am not praising that Phîi Sǐndhu as amazing, hey. Not at all.

The thinker walks, rubbing his sore buttocks towards the classroom.

I wonder. While the two friends continue to watch him, Phént turns to his close friend and asks, "Is this Phîi Sǐndhu's face really that unremarkable?"

"Are you crazy? Wait, I will find it for you to see."

Andrea laughs loudly, then goes on Facebook, searches for the name for a moment, and an image of a certain young man appears on the screen. She hands it to her friend.

"Âi'Plêrng just does not like people who wear glasses sometimes. His face looks a bit too studious, but handsome, you know. Even the young women scream about him, saying he is mature, deep, and would probably be blissful to have as a Phûa." The young woman says laughingly, then adds a bit more.

"He should be the type you like, Phént."

Phraophana also scrolls through the image on the screen, staring at the young man wearing glasses who often has a slight smile. The slightly drooping corners of his eyes do not make him look weak; it could be said he looks very polite. And it is true as his friend says, because...

"I think he is handsome, and very handsome, huh."

The speaker hands the phone back, unable to refrain from remarking.

"It is the first time I have ever seen Âi Plêrng act like this."

"That's right. I say a prayer too. I hope that Plêrng gets tamed. And if it is by someone like Phîi Sǐndhu, even better! I would truly be willing to be that Plêrng's Mia!"

Phraophana turns abruptly.

"Âi'Plêrng's junior is a young woman."

"But she is attractive, right? I want her."

At this moment, Phént is holding his temples because... so, in the end, is he the only one who tagged along to be friends with them?!

In the end, he can only sigh.

"Well, if the day comes when that Plêrng gets tamed, I suppose I will also have the day when I can finally let go of my first love."

It is not anything special. The day Práo Plêrng agrees to be tied down is probably as difficult as his own inability to let go of his first love.

However... that day is about to arrive.