Rin's scream strangled into a broken gasp, his body seizing. It felt like being split open—white-hot agony tearing through him, his insides stretching far beyond their limits. Blood streaked down his ass, the metallic tang thick in the air.
"NO...NO...not again"
Kai groaned, his head tipping back. "Fuck... even tighter than I thought."
Rin couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. His vision swam, tears burning at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give Kai the satisfaction.
But Kai didn't need his tears.
He wanted his suffering.
And he took it.
Kai's grip was ironclad, his fingers digging into Rin's thighs as he forced them higher, bending Rin's body with brutal efficiency. The angle was merciless—each thrust now struck deeper, carving a searing path inside him, the obscene slap of skin echoing in the room. Rin's stomach visibly distended with every harsh push, the outline of Kai's cock grotesquely pressing against his abdomen.
This bastard… This fucking bastard! Rin's thoughts were a cyclone of rage and humiliation, his teeth grinding hard enough to ache. His fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, but his body betrayed him—arching, trembling, heat coiling low in his gut despite the pain. The duality of it made him sick.
Kai noticed. Of course he did.
"Tch. Look at you," Kai panted, sweat dripping down his temple as he yanked Rin's head back by the hair, forcing his gaze downward. "Your body's loving this. Sucking me in like you were made for it."
Rin's breath hitched, his stomach clenching as Kai's cock twitched inside him, thick and unrelenting. No—fuck, no— His vision blurred at the edges, but the sight was undeniable: the bulge under his skin, the way his hips jerked weakly against the assault.
"A-ah… S-stop—!" Rin's voice cracked, raw and broken, but Kai only laughed, low and dark.
"Stop?" Kai's free hand slid up Rin's chest, nails scraping over a nipple before pinching—hard. Rin gasped, his back bowing off the bed. "You don't mean that. Not when you're this fucking tight."
Another thrust, deeper, harder. Rin's throat burned with the scream he refused to release, his nails splitting the fabric beneath him. His thighs trembled, his toes curling as Kai's pace turned erratic, the slap of skin turning filthy, wet.
"F-fu…ck… y-you…" Rin spat, but the words dissolved into a choked moan as Kai's thumb pressed against the swollen outline in his stomach, rubbing circles just to watch Rin's face twist.
"Yeah, hate me all you want," Kai growled, hips snapping forward, his own breath ragged. "But you're gonna remember this. Every. Damn. Time."
Rin's vision blurred—from pain, from fury, from the sickening heat pooling in his gut despite himself.
"Fuck… mhmm—" Kai groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he tightened his grip on Rin's jaw, forcing his face toward the mirror. "Open your eyes…"
Rin's breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he fought against the command. His body trembled, his muscles taut with resistance, but Kai's thrusts only grew harder, deeper, each one jolting through him like a shockwave.
"Aahh—!" Rin gasped, his nails digging into the sheets beneath him. "This is so humiliating…" he thought, his stomach twisting with a mix of shame and something far more dangerous—something he refused to name.
Kai chuckled, low and mocking, his fingers tightening possessively around Rin's wrists before yanking them back, forcing Rin's hands to grip his own spread thighs. The position left him utterly exposed, his flushed cock leaking against his stomach, his hole clenching around Kai's relentless length.
"Open your eyes, Rin," Kai purred, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "I made this room specially for you… don't put it to waste."
Rin squeezed his eyes shut tighter, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he willed himself to resist. But Kai was merciless—his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, striking Rin's prostate dead-on, and a broken cry tore from Rin's throat.
"Aah! U—ugh, you fucking bastard… nghh… it… hurts… stop—!" Rin gasped, his voice cracking.
Kai's laughter was dark, delighted. "Hahaha… this is better than I expected," he mused, his fingers tracing the curve of Rin's spine before gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, such a beautiful view…"
Rin's reflection was a mess of flushed skin, sweat-slicked hair, and trembling limbs. His lips were parted, his breath coming in ragged pants, his usually sharp eyes now glazed with a mix of pain and unwilling pleasure.
"He's clearly slamming into me so hard, it hurts…" Rin thought, his mind spinning. "But if only it could just hurt… what is this feeling…?"
Kai's thrusts grew rougher, his cock dragging against Rin's walls in a way that made his toes curl. Each snap of his hips sent jolts of white-hot sensation through Rin's body, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until he could no longer tell the difference.
"Look at yourself," Kai growled, his breath hot against Rin's ear. "Look at how wrecked you are—how fucking perfect you look taking me."
Rin's resistance wavered. Against his will, his eyelids fluttered open, and the sight in the mirror sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing through him.
There he was—his usually composed, stoic self—completely undone. His lips swollen from biting back moans, his body trembling, his cock dripping untouched. And behind him, Kai—smirking, victorious, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Rin unravel.
"Aah—! N-no… ngh…!" Rin choked out, his hips jerking as Kai angled himself just right, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur.
"That's it," Kai murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Let go. You can't fight it forever."
Rin's fingers dug into his own thighs, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. He wanted to hate this—wanted to hate him—but his traitorous body only arched back, taking Kai deeper, his moans spilling freely now.
And as Kai's pace turned punishing, as Rin's thoughts dissolved into nothing but heat and sensations.
Kai's grip on Rin's exposed chest tightened, his fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as Rin shuddered beneath him. A dark chuckle rumbled in Kai's throat, his hips never ceasing their relentless thrusts, each movement calculated to wring out every ounce of resistance Rin had left.
"How slutty…" Kai purred, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. His thumb rolled over one of Rin's stiffened nipples, applying just enough pressure to make Rin's breath hitch. "Look at these… so big, so desperate. Like they're begging to be sucked."
Rin's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he fought back the humiliating sensations coursing through him. His body betrayed him—his skin flushed, his nipples painfully sensitive under Kai's cruel attention.
"What the fuck are you— nghhh!" Rin's protest was cut off as Kai's mouth descended on one peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around it before sucking hard. At the same time, Kai's fingers twisted the other between his fingertips, pinching just shy of pain. Rin's back arched against his will, a strangled moan tearing from his throat.
"Ohhh… look how hard you are down there," Kai murmured against Rin's damp skin, his free hand trailing down Rin's trembling abdomen, fingers skimming the undeniable evidence of Rin's unwilling arousal. "Your body knows what it wants, even if that stubborn mouth of yours won't admit it."
Rin's nails dug into his own palms, his entire body taut with fury and humiliation. His mind screamed in protest, his thoughts a storm of violent defiance.
If only this motherfucker wasn't doing this shit to me… If I could just move properly, I'd rip his throat out right this second!
But his limbs felt heavy, his resistance weakened by whatever sick game Kai was playing. Every thrust sent waves of unwanted pleasure through him, and Rin hated himself for the way his breath came in ragged gasps, the way his hips twitched despite his will.
Kai groaned, his own movements growing more erratic, more forceful. "Nghh… fuck, you feel even better when you're trying to fight it," he panted, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers tangled in Rin's hair, yanking his head back to expose the column of his throat. "Come on, squirm harder. I don't plan on letting you go… anytime soon."
Rin's chest heaved, sweat-slicked skin glistening under the dim light. His lips parted in a silent snarl, but another deep thrust forced a broken moan from him instead. "Augh… nghhh—!"
Kai's laughter was low, victorious. "That's it… let me hear you. Every sound just proves how much your body loves this." His teeth grazed Rin's earlobe, his breath hot and taunting. "You can hate me all you want, Rin… but you can't hide how good I make you feel."
"I'm not done with you yet."
Rin's vision blurred, his thoughts a storm of rage and shame. If I could just— if I could move—! His body burned, his muscles coiling tight, but the restraints held firm.
Kai's fingers trailed down Rin's stomach, teasing lower, and Rin's breath hitched. "N-No—!"
But Kai only laughed, dark and victorious. "Oh, yes."
Kai flipped Rin onto his front, pressing his chest firmly into the mattress while keeping his ass raised, presenting him like an offering. The position was deliberate, humiliating—Rin's face buried in the sheets, his back arched, his body completely at Kai's mercy. The bruises on Rin's hips and thighs were already darkening from earlier, a stark contrast against his skin. Kai admired his handiwork before gripping the back of Rin's neck, fingers digging in just enough to remind him who was in charge.
"Ngh—! Mmmh—!" Rin's breath hitched, his back arching involuntarily as his body was split open. His eyes rolled back, vision blurring at the edges as pleasure and pain twisted together in a dizzying rush. He hated how good it felt, how his traitorous nerves lit up despite the ache, despite the humiliation. His fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, as if he could anchor himself to something—anything—to keep from drowning in the sensation.
Kai chuckled darkly, leaning over him, his breath hot against Rin's ear. "You can't even pretend you don't like it," he taunted, punctuating each word with another rough thrust. "Listen to you—moaning like you need it."
Rin's stomach twisted at the words. He hated how his body betrayed him, how every thrust sent sparks of unwanted pleasure mixed with pain up his spine. His thighs quivered, his hole throbbing from the brutal pace Kai set, each movement sending sharp jolts of pain mixed with something far more dangerous—something that made his vision blur.
"Mhmm… fuck," Kai groaned, his fingers tightening in Rin's hair, yanking his head back. "You feel even better when you fight me. Like you're begging for it."
Rin's breath hitched, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle another pathetic sound. But Kai knew. He always knew. With a cruel snap of his hips, he buried himself deeper, drawing out a broken cry from Rin's throat.
"Aah—! N-No…! I can't—!" Rin's voice was wrecked, his body arching involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. He hated this. Hated how his muscles clenched around Kai, how his cock ached between his legs, untouched and leaking.
Pathetic. I'm fucking pathetic.
Kai chuckled darkly, spreading Rin's cheeks wider, admiring the way his abused hole stretched around him, red and swollen. "Look at you. You say stop, but your body keeps pulling me back in." He thrust harder, relishing the choked sob that escaped Rin's lips. "You love this. You just don't want to admit it."
Rin's vision swam, his nails digging into the mattress. He wanted to scream, to curse Kai out, to make him stop—but all that came out was a weak, shuddering moan as Kai's cock brushed against that spot inside him, sending electric heat through his veins.
"Nggh—! Y-You… bastard…!" Rin's voice trembled, his pride fracturing with every brutal stroke. His thighs shook, his toes curling as the pressure built, unstoppable, unbearable.
Kai's breath was ragged now, his own control slipping as he fucked into Rin with punishing force. "Come on, Rin. Let go. I know you want to."
Rin squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body tensing as the coil inside him snapped—white-hot pleasure erupting through him, his back arching as he came untouched, his hole clenching desperately around Kai.
"F-Fuck—!" Kai growled, his rhythm stuttering before he buried himself deep, filling Rin with his release.
Rin collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling, his muscles utterly spent. Kai's cum oozed from his ruined hole, thick and warm, dripping onto the sheets beneath him. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his vision blurred from exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. Is it over? he thought desperately, his mind struggling to cling to any semblance of control.
But Kai wasn't done.
The taller man stood over him, his dark eyes raking over Rin's debauched form with predatory satisfaction. The sight of his own release spilling from Rin's stretched hole sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. His cock, already hard again, throbbed with need.
Rin barely had time to register the shift in the air before Kai's hands were on him again—rough, possessive, unrelenting. His fingers dug into Rin's hips, yanking him back, positioning him like a doll. Rin's stomach twisted in dread.
No. No, not again.
"S-Stop—" Rin choked out, his voice raw. He weakly pushed against Kai's chest, but his arms were like lead, his strength long since shattered. "I can't—I can't take anymore—"
Kai ignored him, his grip tightening, his smirk widening. There was something cruel in his expression, something that made Rin's blood run cold. He leaned down, his breath hot against Rin's ear.
"You don't get to decide when it's over," he murmured, voice dripping with false sweetness. "I do."
Before Rin could protest further, Kai slammed into him again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Rin's back arched violently, a broken scream tearing from his throat. The stretch was unbearable—his body was too sensitive, too raw, every nerve alight with agony and unwanted pleasure. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he clawed at the sheets, his knuckles white.
Make it stop. Please, make it stop.
But Kai didn't care. He set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips deliberate, calculated to wring every last reaction from Rin. He reveled in the way Rin's body clenched around him, the way his breath hitched with every thrust.
"Look at you," Kai taunted, his voice thick with amusement. "So wrecked. So perfect like this."
Rin squeezed his eyes shut, humiliation burning through him. He hated this—hated how his body betrayed him, how his traitorous cock twitched despite the overstimulation. Hated how Kai could reduce him to this—a trembling, sobbing mess.
But most of all, he hated the way Kai knew exactly how to break him.
Kai's fingers tangled in Rin's hair, yanking his head back, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Open your eyes," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to see who's ruining you."
Rin's breath hitched, but he obeyed, his vision swimming with tears. Kai's smirk was the last thing he saw before the man leaned in, his lips brushing Rin's ear.
"This is just the beginning," he promised, his voice a dark whisper.