It Begins with Isaac Chapter 1.1

The cool air hung heavy in the spacious dormitory room. Asil stood alone, returning the stare of the person opposite him with a polite gaze. Despite his submissive expression, resentment seethed within him for the one who had summoned him here.

Asil clenched his trembling fists. He wanted to lash out, but knew such an impulsive, clumsy attack wouldn’t work. He could be disciplined for insubordination and confined to the underground cell, or even worse, stripped of his family’s noble status for harming a member of the royal family.

He was at his wit’s end, unable to fathom why this person had allowed, even encouraged, the relentless bullying and violence he’d endured. He knew it was shameless to say it himself, but his training scores were near perfect and his conduct exemplary. He had proven himself as the top-ranking cadet. He was always respectful to his superiors and, mindful of his family’s humble status, careful in all his actions. So why was Valery, the “great” Valery whom everyone revered, tormenting him in such a petty and insidious way? Asil yearned to crack open his skull and examine the cruel contents within.

But Asil, a mere cadet, had no right to demand an explanation from Valery, the student council president and the only cadet holding a concurrent instructor position. Openly blaming Valery for the group harassment would be digging his own grave. Even the slightest hint of accusation would surely be met with harsher punishment than the nightmare of the past week.

Slowly, Asil knelt, placing his white-knuckled fists demurely on his thighs. He looked up at Valery, who stared down at him with an unreadable expression.

“Instructor, I was wrong.” Asil had decided to beg. Prolonging this situation would only lead to more physical and mental anguish. “I’ll accept any punishment. Please forgive my insolence.”

“Insolence…” Valery chuckled, slowly tracing his lips with his index finger. He rubbed his temple with the prominent knuckles of his hand before walking towards Asil, closing the distance between them.

Valery’s boots stopped at the edge of Asil’s kneeling form. Light kicks sent jolts of pain through his knees. Asil swallowed the rising rage within him, his face burning with shame.

“I don’t recall seeing any insolence from a new recruit. Why do you think so?”

“I was wrong.” Asil hadn’t been wrong. Not that he could remember. He had no clue why he had fallen out of Valery’s favor, but the relentless violence and neglect of the past week had clearly occurred with Valery’s tacit approval. The incident in the dining hall just moments ago had confirmed Asil’s suspicions. Valery hated him. Valery Grekosha, the most powerful person in the academy and the next in line for commander, hated him. The realization made Asil’s world go dark.

“It’s, it’s all…” His throat tightened, making it hard to speak. Desperation drove him to shift his weight and look up at Valery, who remained silent, grinding the toe of his boot into Asil’s knee. Valery hummed, then habitually smoothed back his neatly combed hair. Still casually touching his hair, he pressed down on Asil’s knee.

“Cadet Richard.” Valery called Asil’s name in a low voice. Asil straightened, responding loudly.

“You’re asking for forgiveness?”

“Yes, sir!”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking forgiveness for.”

Valery stopped kicking Asil’s knee. He touched his chin thoughtfully, then reached out and gently stroked Asil’s shoulder.

“Get up.”

“…Sir?”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

Valery grabbed Asil’s arm and pulled him roughly to his feet. His knees trembled from kneeling so long, his thighs and calves stiff. His whole body ached from maintaining a rigid posture while under duress. He wanted to collapse, even if it looked pathetic.

Before Asil could stumble and bend his knees, Valery’s long arms wrapped around his waist, supporting him. He was dragged to the window, then pushed onto a chair at a small tea table.

Valery smiled at Asil, who stared back with a bewildered expression. He found Asil’s stunned, slack-jawed expression amusing. The tip of his tongue, visible between parted lips, was as smooth and inviting as a ripe summer fruit, a color that made Valery’s groin tighten. The thought of brutally shoving his cock into that mouth, soon to be gasping and drooling, made it difficult to maintain his composed smile.

Valery scoffed, tapping Asil’s cheek. “So. Confess.”

“…Sir?”

“You said you wanted forgiveness. Tell me what you did.”

Asil awkwardly dodged Valery’s fingers, which traced his lips after caressing his cheek. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to answer, but the demand to confess to a nonexistent crime left him speechless.

Since his arrival, Asil’s conduct had been impeccable. He aimed to graduate with honors and distinguish himself on the battlefield, imprinting his name upon the Emperor’s memory. This aspiration wasn’t unique to Asil; it was a shared ambition among all who served the Empire. Imperial citizens considered military service the highest form of loyalty, and a soldier’s profession the only honorable path to restoring a family’s fortunes.

Asil had dreamt of becoming a soldier since childhood. Not a common guard or foot soldier, but a high-ranking officer commanding troops on the battlefield. It was his long-held desire to become a military leader with dozens, even hundreds, of soldiers under his command.

This dream was inextricably linked to the aspirations of the Richard family. Asil’s father, lord of a small territory, projected his unfulfilled ambitions onto his eldest son. At three, Asil received a toy bow; at five, a wooden sword; and at ten, a rifle. “You must become an honorable soldier and raise our family’s standing.” Raised on his father’s mantra and the weight of his younger siblings’ expectations, it was only natural for Asil to stake his life on the academy.

The First Imperial Military Academy in Makna was prestigious, rejecting even heirs of prominent noble families. No matter how influential the family, the academy ruthlessly dismissed those lacking in skill. Despite this, Asil, from a rural baronial family, gained admission as the top-ranked cadet. It was no exaggeration to say his acceptance was the Richard family’s greatest achievement.

He recalled the rigorous training he endured to enter the academy. The memory of his hardships assaulted him. The image of being expelled because of Valery flashed repeatedly through his mind. He had suffered so much to get here. Graduation guaranteed a successful future. Expulsion? Unthinkable! Asil frantically racked his brain, trying to invent a crime he hadn’t committed.

“I…” Asil glanced at Valery. He thought it was discreet, but their eyes met, and Asil’s mouth snapped shut. He sensed mockery in Valery’s gaze. He seemed amused by Asil’s struggle to fabricate a confession.

Asil bit his lip. It was a cadet’s duty to obey a superior’s every word, but the injustice of it all choked him. The thought of having to invent a crime and beg for leniency, like a falsely accused defendant, wounded his pride.

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Before he could retract his defiant words, Valery’s smile widened. Asil took heart at his silence. Perhaps Valery admired his honesty under pressure and would put a stop to the harassment. Perhaps that mocking gaze was a sign of approval.

Maybe Valery wasn’t behind it. He was the busiest person in the academy. Surely he wasn’t so idle as to devote time and attention to tormenting a single cadet. Everything Asil had seen and heard about Valery aligned perfectly with his nickname, “the great Valery.” A man who embodied military principles wouldn’t tolerate such bullying.

Valery’s lack of reaction to his words disoriented Asil. He decided to make an accusation. He would report all the cadets who had beaten, insulted, and ostracized him for the past week.

“I haven’t broken any rules or disobeyed any orders. As you saw earlier in the dining hall, the upperclassmen… I don’t understand.”

“…”

“I thought I’d done something wrong, but talking to you, I realize I haven’t. I’m going to report this bullying.”

Asil wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He forced his head up, looking directly at Valery with defiance. Valery remained silent, but the amusement in his eyes had cooled. A chilling gaze held Asil’s face. A different light flickered within his eyes – a fiery, almost lustful red. Meeting that cold yet heated gaze, Asil realized he’d made a mistake.

“Insolent.”

Asil’s words weren’t an accusation. They were insolence. He had overstepped. The realization sent tremors through his body. Before he could stammer out an excuse, Valery turned and walked away. He sat heavily on his luxurious bed, far grander than Asil’s, spreading his legs and beckoning with a finger. Asil instinctively rose and approached, stopping a few steps away.

Should he kneel again? He didn’t have long to ponder.

“I hate insolent brats.”

“I’m, I’m sor…”

“I also hate it when people interrupt me.”

Asil quickly shut his mouth at Valery’s warning.

“Bullying, you say?”

“…”

“As you know, this place is practically a small army.”

The academy, designed to produce trained soldiers, was hardly a school. As Valery said, it was a miniature army. The relationship between upper and lowerclassmen mirrored that of officers and subordinates. Cadets sometimes referred to themselves as soldiers.

“Usually at the beginning of the semester, there are… incidents as we establish order. But you’re the first to come whining about bullying.”

His monotonous voice continued. The hazing of new cadets was a traditional initiation ritual. Asil’s defiance in questioning it was a transgression. A feigned sigh escaped Valery’s lips, as if mocking Asil.

Valery had been condoning this practice. Asil had just challenged him on something he’d implicitly permitted.

“If you can’t even handle this kind of discipline, you’re not mentally fit to be a soldier.”

Even so, the week-long torment Asil had endured was far more than mere discipline. His body was covered in bruises and scrapes, his lip still crusted with blood from the dining hall incident. Dozens of upperclassmen had singled him out. But if, as Valery said, it was all part of the initiation, Asil had to endure it.

He shouldn’t have come. Asil closed his eyes. Having incurred Valery’s wrath, the brutal hazing disguised as initiation would only worsen. Should he prostrate himself now? He scanned the carpet, searching for the softest spot to cushion the impact. Just as he bent his knees to apologize, Valery spoke.

“Still, if you came all the way here, it must have been pretty bad.”

Valery gestured for Asil to come closer. He was already standing close. Any nearer and he’d be between Valery’s legs. That would be awkward. Asil hesitated, and Valery frowned.

“Disobedient.” He muttered darkly. Asil heard the annoyance cracking his already deep voice, and ignoring all sense of propriety, he stepped between Valery’s legs, standing at attention.

Valery shifted, bringing his thick thighs together so that they pressed against the sides of Asil’s legs. The heat and firmness of his muscles radiated through the fabric. Trapped in this intimate position, Asil stared at the empty air, avoiding Valery’s gaze. Then it happened.

“Take it off.”

“…Sir?”

“Why do you always make me repeat myself?”

A new kind of punishment. An extension of the hazing, no doubt. Asil numbly unbuttoned his uniform. He’d heard stories of soldiers being made to run naked across the training grounds as punishment. Valery probably intended to strip him bare and subject him to various torments. Asil clenched his jaw, removing his jacket. He paused, and Valery gestured towards his lower body. Cursing Valery inwardly, Asil removed his pants and undershirt, standing before him in only his underwear.

The cool air in the room and the heavy pressure of Valery’s presence made Asil tremble. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and a cold sweat slicked his back. His fists, clenched at his sides, were white, the blue veins prominent on his hands.

“They beat you senseless.” Valery muttered, examining Asil’s body. His sharp gaze traced the yellow bruise on his collarbone, the red scratches across his chest, and the large, mottled bruises on his stomach. Just above his hip bone was a massive purple bruise, the result of a vicious kick.

“I told them just to scare him a little.”

Asil was so tense, so terrified by Valery’s gaze, that he barely registered his words. He expected an order to drop and hold a push-up position, but the scrutiny of his naked body was unbearable.

Was this a silent cue to prostrate himself? Perhaps, after his blatant defiance, he was expected to offer himself up for punishment. Asil began to bend his trembling legs, but Valery frowned and ordered him to stand straight.

“Did it hurt?” Valery poked Asil’s collarbone, sending a jolt of pain through him. “I’m fine, sir!” Asil shouted, shaking his head. The pain of the bruised collarbone was less frightening than the direct contact of Valery’s fingers on his skin. He was terrified that those fingers, gently stroking his wounds, would suddenly tighten around his throat or slam into his stomach. Asil pushed aside the instinctive fear, attributing it to Valery’s imposing presence.

Valery continued to prod the bruise before sliding his fingers across Asil’s chest. As if by accident, his fingers brushed against a nipple, which instantly hardened. The pale pink nub stood erect before Valery’s eyes. Asil instinctively covered his chest, but Valery’s warning look made him lower his hands again.

Valery grew bolder, pinching the nipple between his fingers, pulling it as if milking a cow. He roughly rubbed the reddened areola with his thumb, then rolled the swollen bud between his fingers, scratching it hard with his nail. He smiled at Asil, who stared back, stunned and speechless.

“Wh, what are you…”

“They didn’t hit you here, did they?”

Asil almost shouted that no one would hit someone’s nipples, but as Valery nuzzled his nose against his nipple, a short moan escaped his lips.

“Uh, mm…”

Valery pressed his nose harder against the areola, his hot breath washing over the sensitive bud. Was he losing his mind? He couldn’t tell if this, being molested by Valery, was a dream or reality. Asil tried to push Valery away, but he was quickly pulled back.

Emboldened by Asil’s weak resistance, Valery wrapped his arms around Asil’s waist and buried his face in his chest. His lips rained kisses across Asil’s chest, nibbling at his nipples with his teeth, licking them with his wide, flat tongue. Asil moaned, trying to endure the constant stimulation of the sensitive flesh, but he finally pushed Valery’s head away, struggling against him.

Was this punishment? Having trained relentlessly since childhood, Asil was sexually naive, almost ignorant. While other young men in his village pursued romance, Asil kept his body and mind pure, tending to his primal urges alone. But despite his inexperience, he was a grown man. He wasn’t so foolish as to mistake Valery’s actions for mere punishment. Asil realized he was being subjected to the whispered-about hazing rituals.

“Fuck…” Asil cursed, wiping the saliva from his chest and glaring at Valery. He couldn’t bring himself to strike his superior. He backed away, putting as much distance as possible between them.

“I’d rather take a beating. This… this molestation…” He trailed off, embarrassed and disgusted. He turned away. The consequences were daunting, but anything was better than being in this room, having his nipples sucked by Valery. As Asil reached for the doorknob, a casual voice stopped him.

“Fine, go.”

“…”

“Be careful, Cadet Richard.”

Fuck!

Asil wondered how he’d gotten into this situation. Had his lack of courage to ignore Valery’s threatening farewell led to this? But who could stand up to Valery? No one in the academy, Asil was certain.

“Your mouth is tight.”

That wasn’t the issue. The problem was Valery’s monstrously large cock. Asil suppressed a gag as he sucked on the glans, which filled his mouth, pressing against his uvula. Just the head was enough to reach the back of his throat. He bobbed his head, trying to take more, but he couldn’t.

He’d never opened his mouth so wide. His jaw ached. He couldn’t even move his tongue. Asil fumbled with Valery’s glans, trapped like a beast impaled on a spear.

“You’re just drooling… It’s like you’re dunking it in water, not sucking.”

“Ugh, mmmph.”

“Fuck, it’s like you’re giving it a bath.” Valery chuckled, grabbing the back of Asil’s head. The soft, thick hair felt good in his grasp. Like an owner petting a furry animal, Valery stroked Asil’s hair and pulled back. The glans popped free, its tip glistening with saliva. It was the size of a small fist.

Asil stared at the glistening head, its musky scent filling his nostrils, and worriedly touched his stinging lips.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Valery yanked Asil’s head back, the tight grip on his hair making his scalp burn. The unnatural angle of his head was painful, but pride prevented him from showing it. He grimaced, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. The heavy glans landed on it, weighing it down.

Shame washed over him. Kneeling at Valery’s feet, head tilted back, cock resting on his tongue. He was hyperaware of the door behind him, terrified someone would walk in. He’d locked it before returning to kneel before Valery, but the fear lingered.

Sensing Asil’s distraction, Valery tightened his grip. Asil glared at him, and Valery’s eyes curved into a smile.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“…”

“You said you wanted to be punished.”

Valery poked Asil’s tongue with the tip of his cock. He used it like a sex toy, prodding Asil’s urethra, then grinding the head against his outstretched tongue. When he thrust, the glans hit the back of Asil’s throat, and he had to fight back the urge to gag. This was better than before. At least his jaw and lips weren’t aching.

But the humiliation was worse. Every time he opened his eyes, he met Valery’s gaze. He could see the lust in his eyes, the pulsing vein in his forehead, the tension in his jaw. He didn’t want to see it, but the image was burned into his retina.

He hated to admit it, but despite his vicious personality and perverse tendencies, Valery’s face still lived up to his nickname. A few strands of pomaded blond hair fell across his forehead like golden threads, and his flushed cheeks glowed with a delicate blush. The sharp angles of his face cast shadows, making him look less human and more like a forgotten god from an ancient painting.

“You’re not focusing.” Valery’s golden eyes glinted.

“You’re distracted because you’re comfortable.”

“Mmmph!”

“No manners… Fuck… And no skill. How will you ever be useful?”

The glans suddenly plunged down his throat, past his uvula. He couldn’t breathe. Asil thrashed, pounding on Valery’s thighs. Valery ignored him, pulling his head closer.

The cock pistoned in and out of his throat. The force was brutal. Asil’s eyes bulged. He tried to breathe through his nose, but it was impossible.

“Hngh, ack!”

His throat felt violated. When Valery paused, leaving his cock lodged in his throat, Asil choked, his vision blurring. He coughed, saliva and pre-cum splattering on the carpet. He’d almost died. Choked to death by a cock. He’d imagined dying honorably in battle, but never like this, gagging on a cock.

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“Wai-, wait… Hah… Just a moment…”

Valery pulled Asil up from the carpet. Asil instinctively struggled, fearing what would come next, but he was pushed onto the bed. No, please don’t! he sobbed, shaking his head. Just hit me!

“Just hit me!” His choked cry echoed through the room.

Crack!

“Ah!”

Asil’s head snapped to the side. Valery had complied with his request. His hand, as large as another man’s foot, connected with Asil’s cheek. The sound of tearing flesh filled the room.

Asil clutched his rapidly swelling cheek, blinking in a daze. The burning sensation gave way to a sharp, stinging pain. He couldn’t lift his head. Luckily, despite the loud crack, his skin wasn’t broken.

“Next time it will hurt more.” Valery whispered, his voice soft as if soothing a child. He grasped Asil’s chin, turning his face towards him. “Okay?” he asked.

Asil felt like he was losing his mind. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place, a lone, foolish protagonist in a hopeless story. He was filled with a burning sense of injustice. Being beaten senseless for being the “new recruit of the year” and now being used as a sex toy by a perverted superior. It was all so unfair.

He wiped away his tears, banishing the useless self-pity. No amount of regret or self-commiseration would change his situation. Defying Valery would only result in…

Be careful, Cadet Richard.

…that thinly veiled threat of expulsion. The thought of returning home in disgrace brought forth the image of his father’s furious face. He would likely set fire to their house and kill them all. Asil deserved to die, perhaps, but what had his siblings done to deserve such a fate?

Asil steeled his resolve. He wiped away his last tears and spoke to Valery, who was staring intently at him.

“I’ll… continue… the punishment.”

“…”

“I’ll accept the punishment, mmmph!”

Asil couldn’t finish his sentence. Valery leaned down and kissed him, his soft, full lips covering Asil’s like a blanket. His tongue darted into Asil’s mouth, licking his gums, stroking the roof of his mouth, rubbing against the inside of his cheek, and finally twining around Asil’s stiff tongue. He sucked on it, sending a tingling sensation through the root of Asil’s tongue.

Asil tried to shout, but Valery’s lips only parted briefly before returning to suck on his mouth, his tongue continuing its assault. While kissing him, Valery caressed Asil’s skin, his hands stroking his chest, gently touching the bruises. Asil, dazed by the insistent tongue in his mouth, only reacted when Valery’s hand reached for the waistband of his underwear, the only garment he had left on. He pushed Valery away with surprising force.

Agreeing to punishment didn’t mean he’d consent to this. He’d assumed it would be more like before, sucking his cock, or perhaps more fondling of his chest. He hadn’t agreed to kiss Valery or let him remove his underwear. Valery was acting like he intended to…

“You have too much energy.”

…have sex with him.

“I need to drain some of it.”

Valery slapped Asil across the face. It was harder than before, making his mouth sting, but the pain was less shocking than the sight of Valery pulling down his underwear.

“Wait, Instructor!”

This was wrong. Giving head was one thing, but being sodomized was entirely different. Tears streamed down his face again. He was about to be raped by another man.

Asil struggled, thrashing and cursing Valery. Crack! The slap was even harder this time, splitting his lip and sending blood trickling down his chin. Valery was losing his patience, his handsome face contorting with anger.

Asil whimpered, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. His defiance crumbled. Valery took advantage of his weakness, flipping him onto his stomach. He would have preferred to take his time, kissing Asil’s lips, chest, and navel, savoring his pale skin, but Asil’s uncooperative behavior made that impossible.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m about to explode.”

“Don’t, don’t… Instructor, I was wrong!” Asil decided to change tactics. The more he resisted, the more forceful Valery became. His cheeks were throbbing. Even with his tolerance for pain, he couldn’t endure much more.

“Can’t you just let me go? Please…”

“…”

“What did I do, what did I do wrong to deserve this? Sob…”

It was so unfair. His heart pounded with frustration. He couldn’t breathe, his face pressed into the pillow by Valery’s weight. He sobbed, cursing and begging through his tears. He prayed that Valery would come to his senses and stop this madness. But his hopes were shattered by Valery’s words.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“…Sob…”

“I just have a hard-on and no one to fuck. You’ll have to do.”

Valery added mockingly, “Understood?”

He rubbed his cock against Asil’s buttocks. It was thick and long, like a child’s leg. A reddish-brown color with pulsing veins. It was so monstrous and grotesque that Asil questioned whether it should even be inserted into a human body. Having only glimpsed it while sucking it, Asil realized he was better off not seeing it.

Valery gripped the glans and pressed it against Asil’s buttocks. The unusually rounded head probed his entrance, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum.

Asil trembled, unable to breathe. Not because of the pillow covering his face, but because of the feeling of the hard, round glans rubbing against his skin. He began to cry in earnest, sobbing and thrashing, but his body remained trapped beneath Valery.

“Why are you crying?”

“Sob, ugh… Sob…”

“Crying makes you even more fuckable.”

Valery chuckled, licking Asil’s swollen cheek. He felt a slippery sensation between his buttocks, the prodding of his tight anus. Asil gave up on resisting. Valery’s words had drained him of his defiance, replacing it with resignation.

You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a hard-on and no one to fuck. You’ll have to do.

Asil hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d simply caught Valery’s eye. The instructor, heir to a dukedom, seventh in line for the throne, had gotten a hard-on for him. That was all. What could a mere baron’s son do? If he ran, Valery could expel him, or worse, destroy his family, simply because he was annoyed. Asil had only one option left.

He spread his legs, hiding his trembling fists beneath the pillow. He lifted his hips, offering himself to Valery. A gentle pat on his buttocks seemed like a reward.

Asil stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes narrowed. His vision swam, unable to focus. His limbs were leaden, his body heavy and unresponsive, like a waterlogged pillow. The only sensation he could register was the throbbing ache between his hips, a brutal mix of pain and trained pleasure pulsing like a second heart.

“Ah, hngh…”

A dying moan escaped his slack lips, a trickle of saliva tracing a path down his chin. He wanted to beg him to stop, to tell him he was dying, but the words dissolved into meaningless whimpers.

A heavy sigh. Then a strong grip tightened around his soft thighs, his pale flesh bulging between thick fingers. Asil whimpered, feebly trying to squirm away, but Valery, straddling him, clamped down, pinning his legs wide open, brooking no resistance.

“Stay… still… Hngh.”

“Uh, hngh, uhh, ah… ahhh!”

Valery thrust hard, a single, powerful stroke followed by a relentless barrage that finally broke Asil, reducing him to sobs. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, thwack, thwack, thwack, echoed through the room.

Asil’s entrance was raw and swollen, stretched to its limit. Valery’s monstrous cock, a terrifying sight, pistoned in and out with savage speed, threatening to tear him apart. The pace was relentless, the friction dragging Asil’s insides with it. Even through the haze of pain and pleasure, a primal fear gripped him, the fear of being ripped open. He instinctively tightened his muscles, trying to hold himself together.

With each withdrawal, a mixture of semen and slick escaped, dripping down Asil’s perineum. With each thrust, a frothy slick oozed around the base of Valery’s cock. If not for the constant lubrication, Asil was sure he would have been torn to shreds.

Trembling, Asil raised his hands to his aching stomach. He felt something distended beneath his skin. Terror seized him, a fresh wave of panic. He bit his lip hard, another whimper escaping him. He’d lost count of how many times this had happened. Valery had arrived at his dorm room just after lunch, but the world outside the window was now shrouded in darkness. It felt like six hours. Six hours of brutal pounding, enough to rupture an organ.

Asil could do nothing but weakly twitch his fingers. Exhaustion had claimed him, but even if he had the strength, he was no match for the larger man who rutted above him. Valery, a man of imposing stature, treated Asil’s struggles like the insignificant fluttering of an insect he could crush at will.

“Ah, hngh, no… not… again!”

Despite the agony, pleasure assaulted him again, his insides clenching. Valery’s thick cockhead ground against his abused prostate.

He slammed in, then out, Asil’s body jolting with the force. He cried out, his hips bucking, his thighs trembling. Asil’s own cock jerked, spurting a clear stream. The sight of his twitching, weeping cock seemed to enrage Valery further. He snarled something unintelligible and thrust again. A sharp, sickening sound, like something breaking, filled the air. Asil’s dazed eyes widened, a scream tearing from his throat.

“J-Just, just now… Ahhh!”

Even after Asil’s orgasm, Valery showed no mercy, continuing his assault. Asil was now reduced to a whimpering mess, spurting with every thrust. Their bodies, slick with sweat and come, slapped together with a sickening squish.

Slap, slap. Asil wanted to cover his ears, to somehow stop the flow from his own cock, but every thrust from Valery triggered another involuntary spurt. He finally gave in, his lower body going limp, his entrance loosening, no longer able to grip Valery’s cock.

He felt like he was going insane, the relentless pleasure turning his mind to mush. He pictured himself: eyes and mouth wide, legs spread, his hole stretched open, taking Valery. Shame washed over him. With a surge of adrenaline, he bucked and thrashed, a desperate, animalistic struggle.

The initial pain had long since morphed into pleasure, and now that pleasure had become its own kind of torment. He’d tried to resist, to endure, but the constant orgasms, the involuntary release, were a fresh humiliation. He wished it just hurt. Why was Valery so good at this, so skilled at turning him into a whimpering, pleasure-addled mess?

“Feeling good again, are we?”

Valery’s voice was a low growl, a constricting force around Asil’s throat. Fear spiked through him, but he continued to struggle. He lashed out, his fist connecting with Valery’s cheek, but his wrist was instantly seized. His slender bones felt like twigs in Valery’s powerful grip. Only the threat of broken bones forced him to stop.

“Disobedient.”

Valery chuckled, his hand rising before crashing down on Asil’s buttock. The force of the blow sent a searing pain through him. His skin burned. He gasped, the pain so intense he thought he might pass out. It was worse than his trapped wrist, a raw, stinging agony. He cried out, but before the sound had faded, another blow landed.

Crack! Ow! Crack! Please! Crack! Hnggh! Crack! Stop… Crack!

The blows grew harder, his buttocks blooming with purple bruises. He tried to wriggle away, but each movement sent Valery’s cock deeper, forcing him to still. He was completely at Valery’s mercy. He gave up, clenching his jaw, tears streaming down his face, enduring the punishment. The blows softened slightly.

“Instructor… please…”

Asil reached up with his trapped wrist, his fingers tracing a pleading path across Valery’s chest. He pulsed his entrance around Valery’s cock, a desperate plea for mercy.

Valery looked down at the trembling man beneath him, the heat of Asil’s bruised flesh radiating against his palm. Fortunately for Asil, Valery preferred submission. Defiance sparked his anger, but tears and pleas softened him. Asil had such a sweet face; obedience suited him. He stroked Asil’s swollen eyelids.

“Will you behave now?”

“Yes… please!”

“Spread your legs, then.”

Valery’s voice was deliberately cold. Fearful of another beating, Asil quickly spread his legs wider, his hands pulling his buttocks apart. He felt the stretch, but shame was replaced by a desperate need to appease his tormentor.

“Wider.”

“This is… hngh… as far as I can…”

Asil whimpered. Valery raised his hand, and Asil inhaled sharply, relaxing his muscles, stretching his abused entrance as wide as he could. It wasn’t difficult; hours of abuse had left him loose.

Valery watched, fascinated, as Asil’s hole widened around his cock. It stretched so easily; he could probably fit a couple of fingers in alongside his cock. Asil’s fingers, strained white against his skin, held his buttocks open. Valery tapped Asil’s hand, signaling him to stop before he tore himself. He didn’t want to deal with the fuss.

Valery traced the rim of Asil’s hole with his thumb, his nail slipping inside. He could easily push in a few fingers, but he didn’t want to upset Asil again. With a sigh of regret, he lifted Asil’s legs onto his shoulders and lowered his body, the change in angle sending his cock deeper. Asil gasped. His panting lips were quickly captured by Valery’s mouth. The brutal pounding resumed.

“Uh, mmph, uh, mmh!”

“Hng, hah…”

Their moans mingled. Asil curled his toes with each thrust. His cock spurted again. He felt like another hole was being torn inside him. He feared Valery would reach that too, that he would tear him apart from the inside out.

“Hngg… Ahhh!”

Asil’s body trembled, clinging to Valery’s shoulders. Spasms wracked him. His entrance clenched around Valery’s cock, milking him, desperate for release.

Valery drove into him, his hips a blur. Asil’s perineum reddened with the force. His anus gaped with each thrust. Valery was a racehorse, thundering towards the finish line. His cock followed suit.

Slap! Squish… Churn! Thwack!

“Ahhh… Ah, ahhh!”

“Hngh!”

Thud. With a final, deep thrust, Valery’s cock erupted, flooding Asil’s insides with hot semen. He came hard and long, milking Asil’s stretched walls. Asil closed his eyes, the warmth spreading through him, wishing for oblivion. He was at his limit. Valery slowly withdrew, then flipped Asil onto his stomach.

“No, don’t… please…”

Asil knew what was coming. The ritualistic aftermath of each of Valery’s orgasms. The dread was worse than the anticipated pain. He thrashed, desperate to escape. A stinging blow landed on his buttocks, but his struggles continued.

“No! Please! I don’t want to!”

He scrambled towards the headboard, but Valery caught his ankle, dragging him back. He pinned Asil easily, his hand reaching under his stomach, lifting his hips. Asil’s bruised buttocks were presented to him. Forced into a humiliating position, Asil sobbed.

“I don’t want to… please… hngh…”

“Legs.”

Ignoring Asil’s pleas, Valery slapped his inner thigh. Trained obedience forced his legs to part. His knees spread wide, and Valery’s fingers invaded his abused entrance. Even a gentle touch would have been unwelcome, but Valery’s fingers were rough, probing deep.

“Ahhh… Ungh!”

His swollen prostate was mercilessly pummeled by thick fingers, not one or two, but four. They were almost as thick as a cock, moving expertly, stretching and teasing. They spread inside him, each touch sending fresh tremors through his abused flesh.

“Uh, hngh… hngh… mmh!”

Valery’s forearm bulged with the effort. Asil sobbed, his body arching, another orgasm forcing its way out. Valery performed this ritual after every climax, ostensibly to clean him out, to remove the excess semen from his overstretched hole.

But it was just a pretense. It was about pushing Asil to the brink, about watching him writhe and cry and come around his fingers. He found it endearing. Asil would thrash and whimper, his voice hoarse with cries of pleasure and pain. Valery’s fingers scooped and scraped, like a shovel clearing out a clogged drain, removing the semen, pummeling his swollen prostate.

“Hngg, uh… ahhh!”

“I don’t know if your hole will ever close up like this.”

Valery’s voice, a gentle murmur next to Asil’s ear, belied the ruthlessness of his actions. His eyes were fixed on Asil’s abused hole, his fingers working diligently.

“Hngg, uh… ahhh!”

With a sharp tug, Valery withdrew his fingers. Asil bucked, then collapsed onto the bed, trembling. Valery spread Asil’s buttocks, inspecting his handiwork. The entrance was slick with semen, like a spiderweb-draped cave, but the inside appeared relatively clean. He’d done a thorough job.

He wiped his semen-coated fingers on Asil’s buttocks. Then, he rubbed his hardening cockhead against Asil’s entrance. The puckered hole yielded, opening to him. He teased it gently, then thrust deep.

“Ungh, no…”

Asil’s eyes rolled back, saliva dribbling down his chin. He was fading fast. He could feel the wetness spreading beneath him, from his abused cock. His urethra burned. He might be incontinent.

His eyelids finally fluttered closed, seeking refuge. He focused on the back of Valery’s hand, braced against the bed next to his head, the veins standing out in stark relief.

“You… fucking… bastard…”

Asil whispered, his words like the last rasp of a dying man, before losing consciousness.