NINETH KNOT #5
I moan, because apparently that’s the only thing I know how to do now, and I can’t stop myself from trying to push back into him, begging for more. He obliges, his strokes becoming more forceful, his grip on my hip tightening.
He moves faster, and my eyes roll back. It feels like he’s going to break me in half. And fuck, I want him to. I want to shatter into a million pieces at his feet and have him put me back together with ropes and spit and his own fucking cum.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I can feel myself getting closer, my cock throbbing in his hand.
He leans in to kiss my bruised lips. It’s a gentle kiss, and it makes my heart clench.
“Are you close?” he asks against my lips, and then licks them.
“Fuck, y-yes,” I say, trying not moan with his tongue invading my mouth while I’m talking. And then we are kissing again.
His hand moves up to my collarbone, his fingers digging in as he moves his kisses to my neck, sucking and biting here and there. I feel his hand tighten around my throat, cutting off my air, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he releases.
“Breathe,” he orders, and I do, gagging on air, feeling him bite my shoulder. “Do you know how much you mean to me?”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
“And I’ll never let you go.”
He lifts his head and I meet his gaze, the darkness in them making me feel like I’m falling into an abyss. And, fuck, yeah, I was never afraid of the dark. I want it to consume me and devour my soul.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Nao-san,” I say.
He smiles, proud, and goes back to my neck, marking me as his. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his cock thick and demanding, filling me up so good. His strokes are stronger now, and every time he hits my prostate, it’s like an electric shock to my system.
I moan. I beg for more. I tell him that I’m his again and again.
He reaches down and gently cups my balls, rolling them in his palm. The sensation sends a shock of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but groan into his mouth. I feel the orgasm building.
“Naoya-san…” I whine, feeling like I’m about to explode.
“You can come, Kaito,” he says, licking my lips again. “You’ve been good.”
And I do, spurting cum onto his stomach and mine, the sensation much more painful than I ever felt, but at the same time I think I reached fucking nirvana.
I moan, or scream, or maybe I make no noise at all.
My vision goes white, or black, my brain refusing to try to decipher what the hell my eyes are seeing.
I hear muffled cheers around me, but I can’t be sure.
Naoya-san keeps fucking me through it, his hips never slowing, his cock never leaving my gaping hole.
When I come down, he leans down and kisses me, his mouth possessive and demanding.
“You did so well,” he says, his voice soothing. “You were magnificent.”
He grunts, his movements becoming erratic, and I know he’s close. It hurts a lot, my body too sensitive and spent.
And then—fuck.
He sinks all the way in, deep, his hips locking against mine, and he stills.
My whole body tenses, and then I feel hot and thick cum filling me in a way no one else is allowed to.
My body pulses around him, weak and sensitive, wanting to tighten, to hold onto it, to keep it in, but I can’t even clench.
I’m so far past ruined that my muscles just twitch helplessly, overstimulated and useless.
He pulls out, and I hang, strung up and gaping, Naoya-san’s cum spilling hot and thick from my ass, dripping straight to the floor in obscene drops. I twitch in the ropes, every nerve ending screaming, but all I can feel is that wet trail sliding from my hole before it falls.
It’s disgusting and shameful and I wish I could bend in half, to fold my whole fucking body like a pocketknife until I could twist enough to press my mouth there.
I wish I could drink it straight from my own wrecked hole.
Just like that guy did with the fucking ice cube earlier, so desperate to swallow someone else’s filth like it’s holy.
I want Naoya-san cum.
I want to keep it inside me.
Naoya-san moves, fixes his clothes and then touches my face again.
“You were perfect,” he says. “I’ll untie you now, and then we’re going home.”
He kisses the corner of my eye gently.
“Hot bath. Fluids. You’ll sleep. I’ll take care of you. You won’t have to lift a finger.”
I open my mouth. Or I think I do. Maybe I don’t. No sound comes out either way. My jaw aches from being open too long, and my throat is having a hard time with fucking air.
Everything hurts.
Everything feels good.
The buzzing in my body stopped.
It feels like my bones are dissolving.
I think I nod, I’m not sure. My eyes flutter shut and open again and the lights blur in soft reds, greens, golds. People are still watching, just a few, it seems, but I don’t know for sure. My world’s shrunk down to rope and breath and the burn in my core.
I think I smile. I don’t even know if my face is doing what I tell it to.
All I know is I’m his. Strung up. Dripping. Mind gone.
And I’ve never felt more fucking alive.