It Begins with Isaac Chapter 6.1

The news that the First Prince, who had been named Crown Prince, was poisoned reached Valery before the weekend morning had even arrived. Outside the car window, a pale blue dawn sky was unfolding. Valery blinked his dry eyes and spoke to Kane, who was driving.

“It feels like things are getting busier both within and outside the Empire… Or is that just my imagination?”

“I’ll look into it.”

Lately, the volume of military documents arriving at the military academy had been staggering. Moreover, an unsettling atmosphere was being sensed across various parts of the Empire. With the Grand Duke, the Empire’s commander-in-chief, bedridden, an overwhelming number of reports were flooding toward his son, Valery, to the point that even someone as physically robust as him was finding it exhausting.

Though he was still a cadet, in half a year, Valery was destined to be among the elite tasked with directly overseeing the Empire’s borders. Among the documents submitted were several urging his early graduation. It was unfortunate for them, but Valery had no intention of graduating immediately. On the contrary, he was considering staying on as an instructor at the military academy for a few years after graduation. Of course, if he did that, the Emperor himself would likely rush to dissuade him, insisting it was absolutely unacceptable…

With a displeased expression, Valery tapped his widely spread legs restlessly. Today was the day he had planned to go out with Asil. The boy had been acting especially obedient lately, like a tongue rolling in his mouth, and Valery had intended to reward him with some fresh air. However, things weren’t going according to plan.

“It’s off for today.”

“I’ll inform Cadet Richard. Next week, then…”

“No, it’s fine. We’ll go out tomorrow. Today, I’ll meet His Majesty and return immediately.”

The audience with the talkative Emperor would likely stretch into the late afternoon, but they could plan for tomorrow. While pondering how to shake off the nobles who would undoubtedly cling to him, Valery pulled out his phone. He began dialing the number for Asil’s dormitory but then slipped the phone back into his pocket. He didn’t want to wake the boy, who was likely fast asleep, so early on a weekend morning.

When Asil fell asleep, he slept so deeply that even being carried away wouldn’t wake him. Asil, with his cheek pressed against the pillow, making soft snoring sounds, was as gentle in his sleeping habits as he was in appearance. His cheeks, still carrying a hint of baby fat, and the curly hair scattered around his forehead made him look endlessly youthful. Even when Valery, feeling mischievous, toyed with the space between his hips while watching him sleep, Asil never stirred. At such times, Valery would gaze at Asil for a while, then slide his arm under the boy’s small head, pull him close, and take a short nap. Sleeping with Asil in his arms somehow cleared his mind and filled his body with vitality, even after just a few hours. It was a strange thing.

“Looks so innocent but has quite the temper,” Valery muttered with a chuckle. Asil’s appearance was as gentle as a deer, but his personality had some fire, occasionally letting out curses in frustration or throwing punches in a scuffle. To Valery, these were harmless attacks, but when he scolded Asil sternly to correct his behavior, the boy’s quick submission was particularly amusing. Such a cute kid… Contrary to Valery’s expectation that he’d grow bored after a few encounters, Asil felt new every day. Lately, he’d even make time to call Asil over just to see his face, not necessarily for sex. This unfamiliar side of himself felt odd, but Valery decided not to dwell on it. Wasn’t it natural to want to keep something you liked close and enjoy it for a long time? Like a favorite fountain pen or a cherished gun. Valery was the type to grow attached to high-quality, durable items and use them for years.

“We’ve arrived.”

Stepping out of the car in front of the Imperial Palace, Valery tightened his slackened expression. He couldn’t afford to grin foolishly outside.

After examining the poisoned prince’s body, Valery stripped off his latex gloves and tossed them aside. The doctor assisting with the autopsy turned to him. Despite having likely examined hundreds of corpses in his seasoned career, the doctor’s face was pale, with cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“We need to report to His Majesty…”

“I’ll inform him,” Valery said, washing his hands. He glanced once at his cousin’s poisoned face. The skin, tinged with a near-purple hue, was already melting into a jelly-like consistency. This wasn’t a poisoning method commonly used in the Empire.

When Valery first heard of the First Prince’s poisoning, he assumed it was a death born of a simple power struggle. The Emperor had five children, all of whom coveted the throne. In particular, the Second Princess, Bryde, the Emperor’s second child, had been scheming to surpass her older brother, the First Prince, since childhood—a true embodiment of ambition. Thus, Valery had been rationally suspecting Bryde. But…

The poisoned body’s skin turned purple and gradually melted. Valery knew this method. His own father had been afflicted by this poison, losing both legs and wandering the Empire for recovery. Leaving the doctor, whose face was ashen as if he might faint, Valery exited the autopsy room. As he walked toward the Emperor’s palace, familiar groups of nobles hurriedly approached, but Valery waved them off, deferring them to another time.

“My nephew!”

Entering the ornate reception room, the Emperor, who had been sitting on a sofa with a somber expression, stood abruptly and approached Valery. Every time Valery faced the Emperor, who bore a striking resemblance to his father, the Grand Duke, he couldn’t hide his discomfort. Though the similarity was merely physical, and their personalities were polar opposites, confronting the Emperor, whose features mirrored the Grand Duke’s, always required Valery to constantly rein himself in.

“It’s been a while, Your Majesty.”

“I’m sorry for making you work so early.”

“It’s nothing. It’s something that needed to be confirmed.”

“Still, you must be busy with academy matters. I feel ashamed to face you, Valery…”

Despite his son’s death, the Emperor had plenty to say, asking about Valery’s life at the academy and the Grand Duke’s well-being. Responding curtly, Valery walked toward the sofa, and the Emperor signaled a servant to bring tea.

Before the tea could even cool, Valery began his report. The Emperor, who had been about to discuss the tea’s origin, quickly adopted a serious expression and listened quietly.

“Do you remember the poison that took my father’s legs?”

“Of course. It was during the fierce battle with the Kingdom of Jenuka in the Northern Continent… No, surely not.”

“It only grazed the arrowhead, but his legs turned purple. The skin melted rapidly, and the spread was so severe that it took less than two days to amputate both legs.”

Valery recalled the scene. His father’s screams, the hot blood splattering as his legs were severed, the Grand Duke’s firm grip fixing Valery’s cheek to make him watch… Fragmented memories played like a single reel in his mind. Taking a sip of tea, Valery continued.

“I just examined His Highness’s body, and it was changing in the same way in a short time.”

“Are you saying Jenuka poisoned my son?”

The Emperor slammed his fist on the table.

“That poison only grows in Jenuka, doesn’t it? The Empire tried cultivating it, but the climate made it impossible… Unless someone imported the poison from Jenuka for an assassination. Do you have any suspects in mind?”

At Valery’s question, the Emperor clamped his mouth shut. Valery hid a smile behind another sip of tea, seeing the Emperor’s transparent thoughts. The Emperor was suspicious, too—of his daughter, Bryde. If the Emperor named Bryde here, Valery would have to drag the princess to the interrogation room immediately. But was that necessary? With the First Prince dead, Bryde was now the only remaining child showing promise as the Emperor’s successor. The Third Prince was timid, the Fourth lacked social grace, and the Fifth Princess was frail.

Rather than suspecting an innocent child, it was more advantageous in many ways to point the finger at a foreign nation with which the Empire had frequently waged war. However, the Emperor was wary. Another war with Jenuka could deal a devastating blow, even to the Empire.

“Make your decision, Your Majesty,” Valery added, glancing at his watch. Dragging this out… After autopsying a body since morning, it was already past noon. For some reason, he felt impatient.

Slowly, the Emperor’s lips began to part. Valery, anticipating a busy time ahead, fidgeted with the phone in his pocket.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

In a tone closer to a command than a suggestion, the noble sitting across from Valery, mid-ramble about business, promptly stood.

“Already? I still have much to discuss.”

“I’m busy. The meal was good.”

Valery glanced out the darkened window. He hoped Asil wasn’t asleep. Going out would indeed have to wait until tomorrow. When he shot an annoyed look at the noble, the man stopped pressing.

Caught by the noble on his way out of the Emperor’s palace, Valery had to accompany him to a renowned hotel in the capital. The noble was Marquis Gressi, a major donor to the military academy. Unable to become a soldier due to his frail health, he found vicarious satisfaction in supporting future talents, and as the academy’s cadet president, Valery was somewhat acquainted with him.

The discussion about supplying new weapons had somehow shifted to Gressi boasting about his business acumen. Subtly weaving in mentions of his only daughter, he wasn’t shy about suggesting she’d be a good match for Valery, praising her beauty and business savvy. Unwilling to waste more time, Valery headed to the restroom.

After washing his hands, which Gressi had groped under the guise of a handshake, Valery ordered Kane to have the car ready. Checking his face in the mirror, he noticed someone fidgeting behind him. Curly hair peeked over the stall partition. Spotting the familiar locks, Valery suddenly missed Asil intensely.

Overcome with a sudden urge to see his face, Valery peered at the figure through the mirror, but the person lingered in the stall so long it seemed they’d mistaken it for a different kind of facility. Losing interest, Valery left the restroom.

Walking toward the hotel entrance, Valery called Kane again. Instead of returning to the academy, bringing Asil to the hotel to spend the night and explore the capital’s center the next morning seemed more efficient. Asil, always so indifferent no matter what was given, would likely just roll his eyes if summoned to a hotel. What would it take to get a reaction out of him? When Valery gave him a fountain pen crafted by a renowned artisan recently, Asil barely glanced at it, stuffing it into his pocket with a perfunctory thank you. Did he even notice his name was engraved on it?

But Valery didn’t need to issue such a troublesome order to Kane.

“Valery, sir!”

Turning at the familiar voice, Valery saw Alain and…

“Ha.”

Asil, trembling with fear, stood before him.

Valery couldn’t clearly recall how he’d booked a room and made it to the hotel suite. He’d never considered himself cold or rational, but until today, he hadn’t realized he could be this emotional. His heart raced uncontrollably, and he couldn’t get a grip on himself. Approaching Asil, who was shaking in front of him, the boy flinched and stepped back. Amidst it all, the pearl brooch on Asil’s chest gleamed under the chandelier’s light. Recalling that Alain’s family was heavily involved in the jewelry trade, Valery reached for the brooch and roughly tore it off.

He wasn’t even sure if Asil used the fountain pen he’d given him, yet here he was, proudly wearing a brooch from another guy. Heat surged behind Valery’s eyes at Asil’s audacity.

“Unbelievable… Fuck. Ha…”

Valery wanted to reflect on why he was so enraged, but his anger was uncontrollable. Because Asil disobeyed him? Because instead of waiting obediently at the academy, he ignored their plans and went out with another guy? Or because he stood there, terrified, wearing a gift from someone else? Or because, even as he was dragged along, he kept looking back at Alain with concern?

Listing the reasons made the source of his anger clearer. Valery stopped thinking there. His head throbbed. He realized labeling his feelings for Asil was quite dangerous.

Fine, why bother with reasons? Asil was his most prized possession, and Valery didn’t like sharing his belongings with others.

“Want to get punished after so long?”

“…”

“Let’s do it.”

One more thing: while Valery used his possessions for a long time, he wasn’t gentle with them.

Valery tossed Asil a lotion bottle provided by the hotel. As Asil picked up the cylindrical bottle with a rounded end, Valery headed to a chair by the window. Leaning deeply into the plush single-seater, he pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

“I’ll fuck you as soon as I finish this.”

“…Instructor…”

“Get yourself ready.”

“…”

“Standing there like that only hurts you, Asil.”

Bringing the lighter to the cigar’s tip, Valery exhaled slowly, hollowing his cheeks. His expression, as he smoked leisurely, was ominous. As if his threat to fuck Asil after finishing the cigar wasn’t empty, he was unbuckling his pants deliberately.

I’m screwed…

With trembling hands, Asil yanked down his pants and underwear in one go. Unable to face Valery while preparing himself, he shuffled to the bed. The soft sheets brushed his knees, and Asil gripped the headboard, squeezing lotion onto his convulsing palm. The fresh, fruity scent hit his nose, but there was no time to savor it. Coating his fingers with the runny lotion, Asil reached back, probing between his hips. He found the tight entrance. Perhaps because it had been a while since he’d been with Valery, the hole showed no sign of opening despite his rubbing.

Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar situation, Asil was gripped by slight panic. He’d never done this before during sex with Valery—stretching his own hole with his fingers. Though that place had taken Valery’s massive cock, which dwarfed all five of his fingers combined, it felt like even a single finger wouldn’t fit now. Rubbing the entrance and lightly applying lotion, Valery scoffed.

“Not doing it properly? Want to bleed?”

“N-no… Hng.”

Asil exhaled sharply, trying to relax his stomach. Spreading his knees wide and pushing his hips back, he felt his sphincter quiver. Slipping his index finger into the small opening, the dry, tight walls clamped around it. He tried pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in, but it only felt uncomfortable, the hole remaining dry and narrow. Unsure if he was doing it right, his clumsy self-stimulation was evident even to himself. Trying to recall how Valery stretched him, all Asil could remember was the thick, long fingers scraping his insides uncomfortably. As his hand hesitated, the sound of Valery searching for an ashtray came from behind.

Fuck, fuck. Asil cursed, moving his fingers faster. Shoving in his middle and ring fingers alongside his index, he groaned as the hole stung painfully. The lotion dried quickly, producing no slick sounds. Digging into the parched hole felt like shoveling, only making him nauseous.

“Is this self-harm or masturbation?”

Startled by the voice at his ear, Asil glanced aside. He hadn’t noticed Valery approaching. Extinguishing the shortened cigar stub on the bedsheet, Valery grabbed Asil’s arm and yanked his fingers out of the hole.

As the fingers probing the mucous membrane were roughly pulled out, runny lotion flowed into the slightly opened hole. Valery pressed the lotion bottle’s opening directly against it, pouring the liquid inside. An immense volume filled the hole, hitting the walls and flowing in, creating a sense of fullness. After nearly emptying the bottle, Valery rummaged through the bedside table, pulling out a condom. He slipped it over the empty bottle and began menacingly rubbing it against Asil’s hole.

“Valery, sir, wait… Ah, ngh!”

“I’m too pissed off to coddle you while fingering your ass right now.”

Valery whispered, lips pressed to Asil’s earlobe. The sharp canines grazing the soft flesh were menacing. He shoved the bottle in deeply. The unprepared hole, leaking lotion, reluctantly began to take it.

“Hng… Ngh…”

Asil clutched his stomach, whimpering. The inner walls stung painfully. Trying to relax by pushing his hips out, the bottle plunged deeper, then slipped out. As the rounded end grazed his prostate, Asil’s trembling hips twitched side to side.

“Who told you to shake your ass?”

Valery slapped Asil’s skin wherever his hand landed—waist, sides, hips, thighs. Red handprints marked Asil’s lower body. Terrified by the pain of his skin breaking, Asil pushed Valery away, but his wrists were swiftly caught in one hand, rendering him immobile. Holding Asil captive, Valery continued shoving the lotion bottle into his hole. The empty bottle lacked heft but was wide, making the stretching sensation stark. When Asil tightened the taut hole, Valery suddenly sped up, thrusting the bottle recklessly. Lotion splashed with wet smacks, coating the condom-wrapped bottle with glossy, viscous fluid.

“Ah, aaah! Augh…!”

Asil thrashed his head, hips bucking wildly. As he writhed, Valery pinned his waist with his knee, immobilizing him. His wrists were now bound tightly with a tie. Unable to handle the stretching sensation, Asil squirmed frantically, shuddering. Each time the plastic slammed into the sensitive spot inside, his mouth gaped, drool streaming out.

Abruptly yanking out the bottle, Valery aligned his glans with the gaping hole and slammed in. The hole, stretched to its limit, loosened instantly to accommodate his monstrous cock. Gripping Asil’s hips, Valery rocked him back and forth, pounding relentlessly.

“Fuck, feels good? Huh? Clinging like that…!”

“Hng, ugh… Ah, yes! Aaah!”

The sound of flesh slapping and an indescribably lewd noise filled the room, like someone clapping after washing their hands. The wet, sticky sounds of splashing fluid made Asil want to cover his ears, but with his wrists tied behind him, he was helpless.

“Agh! Aah… Ang!”

Despite himself, high-pitched whimpers burst out. Asil rubbed his erect cock against the sheets, desperate. The cock plunging inside pressed his prostate, making his limbs tremble with each thrust. Noticing Asil trying to come by rubbing himself, Valery lifted his hips high.

Standing upright on the bed, Valery folded Asil’s lower body nearly in half, aligning it with his cock and pounding in a frenzy. Slamming in like a nail and pulling out to the glans, the gaping hole twitched, exposing its convulsing walls. Spreading Asil’s cheeks with both hands, Valery toyed with the wide-open hole, inserting and withdrawing the glans before thrusting in with force that made his balls slap. The rapid pounding heated his cock with friction, and Asil’s thighs quaked.

“Too fast, fa—ah! St… Augh…!”

“Deal with it.”

Practically burying his head in the sheets, Asil felt the hole’s entrance curl inward with each thrust, revolted by the sensation. Even amidst pleasure, the eerie feeling of a broken hole kept him from fully surrendering to excitement. Tears burst forth as Asil sobbed, shaking, and after a few more brutal thrusts, Valery began ejaculating inside. Even while shooting, he kept a slow, deliberate pace, kneading Asil’s pale hips like pinching them before pulling out.

“Hoo…”

When Valery released his hips, Asil collapsed onto the bed. Gasping for breath face-down, Valery grabbed his hair, yanking his head sideways.

“Time to clean.”

A cock, slick with semen and lotion, was shoved in front of Asil’s face. Recoiling in disgust, Valery pressed his cheeks, forcing his lips into a round shape. The glans slipped into the small opening, coating his mouth with a revolting taste.

“Ugh, mmph…!”

“Puke, and you’re dead.”

Under the harsh threat, Asil suppressed his nausea and opened his throat. Sucking with his nose practically buried in Valery’s balls, Valery groaned softly, stroking his head. Licking the glans in circles and sliding his lips along the shaft, the sticky cock was soon clean. Valery deliberately jabbed Asil’s throat several times before slowly withdrawing.

“Hah… Hah…”

Slumping back, Asil coughed, struggling to breathe. His throat felt sticky, and swallowing only worsened the nausea. His cock, now flaccid, hung limply.

“Feeling remorseful?”

Valery crawled onto the bed on his knees, asking. Asil blinked, staring blankly at him. What did I do wrong? At most, I went out with a friend, thinking our plans were canceled. He wanted to snap back but calmed his pounding, aggrieved heart and nodded weakly.

“Yeah…”

Muttering low, Valery slid between Asil’s legs. Tucking Asil’s limp thighs under his arms, he pressed his cock against the soft hole again. When had he gotten hard? The rigid cock pried the pliant hole open, sliding in.

“But what’s this?”

Valery asked, pressing his chest close. Asil gasped, breathless from the cock plunging deep, nearly to his sternum. Valery dangled something white and square before his eyes.

“Uh…”

A business card. The one from the noblewoman earlier. Asil had forgotten it was stuffed in his pocket. It must have fallen out during sex, now in Valery’s hand. He flipped it over, laughing loudly.

“Lady Purulini. Yeah, she loves guys like you.”

“Instructor, no. That’s not—”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“…What?”

“You’re crazy for women, aren’t you? Did you sleep with her?”

The card crumpled mercilessly in his hand, his face twisting to match.

“When did I—”

“Don’t remember?”

Valery brought up a conversation from the woods. Asil’s flippant response to whether Coleman was his type. What meaning was he attaching to it? Trying to explain, Asil moved his lips, but Valery covered his mouth and nose, smothering him.

“Can’t live without cock, huh… And you’re out seducing women?”

“Mmph, mm…!”

Asil shook his head, but Valery didn’t relent. His grip was so strong it numbed Asil’s jaw. Pounding below at a terrifying speed, heat rushed to Asil’s face. Only when Asil’s pupils half-rolled back from suffocation did Valery release his saliva-soaked hand.

“Hagh… Hah, ah… Augh, ngh!”

Lifting Asil’s thighs, Valery sank his teeth into the soft flesh. Chewing the tender skin, he accelerated, crushing Asil’s hole with each thrust.

Slap, squelch… Asil’s hole, no longer able to hold anything, leaked air continuously. It felt like mashing soft fruit with a cock. Valery slapped Asil’s tear-streaked cheeks, barking at him to tighten. Asil, eyes dazed, struggled to clench.

“I-I tightened… Tight—aaah…!”

“Tighten, my ass… Fuck… Ngh…”

Cradling Asil’s pale thighs, Valery pulled out his swollen cock and slammed back in, as if aiming to pierce his stomach.

“Count!”

“Hnng… One, augh!”

“…Hoo…”

“Two… Hagh!”

Each count was met with a full-force thrust. As Valery brutally pierced his rectum, Asil’s stomach bulged and rippled. Asil’s trembling hand felt his abdomen. Though his abs were firm, he could trace the outline of a thick, long rod beneath his palm.

Lifting his head slightly, Asil stared, dazed, between his spread thighs. A beastly, grotesque pillar plunged into his swollen hole at a terrifying pace. The in-and-out motion was so natural, as if it belonged there. It was unbelievable that his hole could take something so long and massive. Momentarily forgetting to count, stunned, Valery slapped his hips, muttering.

“Again.”

The thrusts grew fiercer, shoving Asil’s body toward the headboard. When Asil counted to ten, Valery slammed in so hard it felt like his prostate would tear, ejaculating again. Asil, too drained to even twitch in pleasure, gazed blearily at his cock, still leaking despite no touch. Embarrassed, he tried closing his thighs, but Valery grabbed his knees, spreading them wide to stop him.

“Look at this, Asil. Just fucked your ass, and you’re like this.”

“…Ha, ngh…”

“How’s a defective thing like you gonna mess with women, huh?”

A large hand roughly kneaded Asil’s cock. The organ, painfully crumpled in his grip, oozed a whitish fluid—neither urine nor semen. Wiping his wet hand on Asil’s stomach, Valery glared at the cock, rising again near his navel, as if it were a monstrosity from hell. Asil, clinging to Valery, begged in a dying voice.

Smiling faintly, Valery untied the tie binding Asil’s hands. Guiding his limp arms around his neck, he thrust his cock in again.

The sound of water dripping in the bathtub broke the silent atmosphere. Staring blankly at the intermittent drops from the half-closed faucet, Asil glanced at Valery, who kept fidgeting with his hair. Meeting his gaze, Valery asked, “What?” in a low, hoarse voice. Countless rounds had roughened his voice, though it was nothing compared to Asil’s, raw from sobbing.

Valery rubbed his lips against Asil’s wet back, then kissed his neck, ears, and cheeks, fondling every inch of the body perched on his thighs. Asil squirmed at the ticklish sensation, shaking his head lightly, but Valery didn’t stop.

Asil returned to watching the droplets. Beyond the dripping and the sound of Valery kissing his damp skin, only quiet stillness lingered. This allowed Asil, despite his worn and tattered state post-sex, to “think.”

Despite the threat of punishment, Asil hadn’t been beaten much. Before he’d somewhat adjusted to Valery after their first encounter, he’d been hit plenty. The first time Valery took him, he’d been slapped until his nose bled. This was mild by comparison. He’d braced for broken bones, but it was, as Valery said, just a light scolding.

Of course, his overworked hole was swollen and stinging, but… it was fine. His cheeks ached when he moved his face, and his wrists were raw from being bound, but… was it really fine?

It wasn’t. Relentlessly pounded for hours, his peritoneum throbbed, leaving him too weak to stand. How could that be fine? Asil felt dizzy and adrift. If Valery reacted like this over a slight misstep, Asil’s body wouldn’t survive. Facing absurd anger, the remaining half-year with Valery felt impossibly distant.

Confused about what role Valery expected of him, Asil resolved to clear the misunderstanding, even if it meant a confrontation. At this rate, Valery might strip and fuck him just for an old man asking directions.

“Instructor… I…”

Clearing his hoarse throat, Asil continued. The hand kneading his neck slowed with his voice.

“What did I… I mean…”

“Speak clearly.”

Valery grabbed Asil’s cheek, turning him to face him. Meeting his eyes made speaking harder, but Asil squeezed his eyes shut.

“I want to live a proper school life, too. I want to make friends, study hard, go out when I feel like it… But when you keep doing this, I…”

“…”

“You said it yourself, didn’t you? You just needed a hole to fuck. I’ll come running whenever you call, so please stop meddling like this. Isn’t it enough if I play the whore you want properly? Why do you keep…”

Speaking, Asil couldn’t suppress the rising grievance.

“I don’t know what you want from me. Honestly, what does it matter if I go out with someone or sleep with a woman? All you need is for me to spread my legs, right?”

Asil shouted, eyes wide. He feared Valery’s expression but felt every word was true and didn’t want to back down. Valery stared at Asil’s face with unreadable eyes.

“I’m just your toilet, aren’t I? Use me when you’re horny! Just leave me alone otherwise…”

“Toilet?”

Valery chewed on Asil’s words. After a brief pause, he stood abruptly, pulling Asil up. Water cascaded from their bodies, spilling over the tub and soaking the bathroom floor. Laughing dryly, Valery dragged Asil’s arm, yanking open the door to the adjacent toilet. Asil, unable to steady his legs, was flung beside the toilet. The hard floor jolted his body painfully.

“You’re saying that because you’ve never seen a real toilet…”

Valery lifted the toilet lid. Moments later, he began urinating inside. Asil hurriedly averted his gaze from the blatant stream. Valery casually shook his cock, flicking off the last drops.

“This is a toilet, Asil.”

“…”

“Ever taken piss up your ass? Want me to fuck you with it?”

Grabbing Asil’s hair roughly, Valery dragged his head toward his groin.

“Or want to suck this piss-soaked cock clean, like a real toilet?”

“Ngh, no!”

“Who do you think you’re talking to…”

Valery flung Asil’s head violently. With a stifled groan, Asil collapsed onto the bathroom floor. Crawling on all fours to escape Valery’s approach, his fear-stiffened limbs refused to obey. Valery’s expression was so terrifying that facing him was unthinkable.

“I’ve confused you, haven’t I?”

“…Hng…”

“Let me make it clear. You’re mine, Asil. My prized possession. I don’t enjoy sharing my things… Got it?”

“No, no… Hng!”

A heavy weight pressed on Asil’s back. He struggled, but Valery didn’t budge. Spreading his thighs, Valery slowly inserted his cock into the barely closing hole.

“No…”

Asil’s hands, clawing at the bathroom floor, went limp. The cock burrowing into him relentlessly struck his prostate. He felt no pleasure, no pain, no sensation at all. Giving up, Asil relaxed his body.

As long as he was by Valery’s side, he could desire nothing. He had to be a docile doll, incapable of acting on his own. A soulless puppet. A pretty object in Valery’s hands.

If escape was impossible, he wanted this ordeal to end quickly. To fulfill his role, Asil spread his hips. Valery, pounding fiercely, slipped his arms under Asil’s armpits, pulling his torso close.

Opening his eyes, Asil saw the hotel’s lavish ceiling. His dry eyes stung. Rubbing them, he slowly sat up. His lower body felt nothing. Throwing off the heavy blanket, Asil forced himself to stand.

“Where are you going?”

Valery, lying beside him with eyes closed, spoke. His low, gravelly voice accompanied the slow reveal of his amber eyes. He grabbed Asil’s waist, pulling him close. Asil, chest pressed against Valery’s, flinched at the habitual groping of his hips.

“Sleep more.”

At the firm command, Asil suppressed his thirst. Closing his eyes, sleep poured over him like a lie.

That night, Asil had a nightmare. Valery, learning Asil gave Alain the fountain pen, raged with a terrifying face. In the dream, Valery stood Alain before him, stabbing Asil’s ass with the pen. Screaming about whether Asil was desperate to give himself to Alain, Valery was unbearable even in the dream. Asil looked to Alain for help, but the boy, pale and trembling, only avoided his gaze.

The nightmare was so vivid that upon waking, Asil was plagued by anxiety, unsure if it was truly a dream.