I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 11

“Aah! Ah…!”

Thud. Not pre-cum, not even semen, but a thin, whitish liquid gushed from Nox’s member. The fluid, simply oozing out from his tightly pressed prostate, stained Nox’s lower abdomen. Khalid slowly traced it with his gaze, then released his chin.

An ambiguous, unresolved sensation of climax continued to swirl in Nox’s lower belly. Nox, panting and unable to properly finish, tore at the sheets. Khalid, his shaft still buried deep, began to thrust his hips slowly, lazily. A squelching sound filled the air. Nox, his legs trembling, bit his now bruised lips. Seeing him still obeying the command not to make a sound, Khalid pulled back his hips, a flicker of displeasure on his face. And as if this wasn’t enough, he issued a cold command.

“Flip over.”

“Stop, please, stop…”

Khalid’s hand gripped Nox’s chin, forcing it up. Nox seized Khalid’s arm, fearing his jaw might dislocate.

“I’ll say this again.” Khalid’s eyes, seen up close, were even colder. “You have no right to refuse me. When I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them.”

Khalid’s icy blue eyes, holding a sharp sword within their depths, bore into Nox.

“You have no duties as a valet, or anything else. Nothing, other than opening your legs for me on this bed.”

“……”

Nox’s eyes contorted as if he might cry, but no tears fell. His trembling lips seemed to want to speak, but held back words too terrible to utter, and soon closed again. Khalid emphasized, repeating,

“Flip over and lift your hips.”

Nox recalled the sensation of Khalid entering him before. A feeling like his insides were being turned out, a fear of how far he would push. But as Khalid said, he had no right to refuse, and Nox slowly braced himself on the bed, flipping onto his stomach. Khalid grabbed his upturned hips and pulled him close. He saw the muscles of Nox’s sweat-slicked back twitch. Feeling Nox rigid with tension, Khalid, without a trace of comfort, pushed his shaft into the very spot he had just invaded.

“Hmph…!”

Nox gasped urgently, gritting his teeth again. Khalid, gripping his pelvis tightly, thrust into him with loud thudding sounds from the moment he re-entered. Nox clung to the sheets with trembling arms, trying to endure.

“It’ll take quite a while to break you in…”

Tsk. The sound of Khalid clicking his tongue was agonizingly clear. Nox couldn’t properly breathe as the sensation of being penetrated deeper consumed him. Yet Khalid, showing no mercy, simply pursued his own pleasure, pressing his shaft hard into Nox’s insides, then pulling it back out. Nox shuddered at the sensation of his inner walls clinging to Khalid, but Khalid didn’t stop his thrusting, pulled tight by the constricted grip.

Squelch, crack, mmm. The oil-slicked sounds followed in rapid succession. Nox panted, clawing at the sheets. This was a relationship of pure pain. Or rather, an act of punishment for Nox.

Khalid slowly ran his fingers from the nape of Nox’s neck down to his tailbone. Nox’s white skin erupted in goosebumps. Khalid stroked it a few times, without any real tenderness, then suddenly gripped his hair.

“Ugh…!”

“Endure it.”

With that command, Khalid seized Nox’s hair and began to thrust inside him repeatedly. Thwack, thud. The sounds of their bodies colliding were loud, and the oil splattered everywhere.

“Hah, ah! Hmph…!”

Nox’s moans erupted in rapid succession, unable to keep up with the fierce pace, but Khalid, seemingly unconcerned with punishing him further, simply plunged his shaft hard into the tearing-tight opening. Ah, hmph, ah. Sounds that couldn’t quite become moans simmered in Nox’s throat before being swallowed.

“Ah…!”

His lower abdomen ached to the point of throbbing, and the inner walls, rubbed raw and hot, continually spasmed, gripping Khalid’s shaft tightly, perfectly molding to its shape. Nox suddenly convulsed, tearing at the sheets.

Again, a cloudy, ambiguous fluid spilled onto the white sheets from Nox’s member. He gritted his teeth, trembling violently, gripping the sheet as if to rip it. Khalid, knowing that Nox, still not truly feeling it in his rear, had reached a vague climax, continued to move his hips solely for his own gratification.

“Aah! Hmph…, huh…!”

Having reached an ambiguous climax, the trembling inner walls continued to clench and tighten around Khalid’s shaft. Khalid grimaced, pulled his hips back far, then slammed them forward with a thwack. Nox, feeling the head of Khalid’s shaft plunge firmly into the deepest, most curved part of him, finally gagged and his arm buckled.

“Just that one thing…”

Khalid scolded him, then bent down, looking at Nox who had nothing but his buttocks raised. And covering Nox’s back, he continued to thrust into his deepest point. Nox’s body lifted slightly with each thrust, slowly, steadily. A prolonged, pained moan followed, but Khalid didn’t stop. Thwack, thwack. Squelch. Khalid continued to thrust as if he wouldn’t stop until Nox had fully, properly swallowed all of him, before finally reaching a languid climax.

“Hmph…”

Nox trembled violently, oblivious to Khalid’s ejaculation inside him. Khalid received that tremor fully, then bit down hard on the nape of his neck.

“Hmph…!”

“You can’t even manage to obey a simple command to endure.”

Nox was panting, his face showing that he didn’t comprehend what was happening to him. Khalid, without withdrawing from him, slowly rotated his hips. The inner walls, now accustomed to the invader and almost sucking at Khalid’s shaft, tightened almost greedily. Khalid slowly rubbed himself inside the opening that was only just beginning to learn how to receive a man’s shaft, pressing firmly into the deepest part.

Nox trembled and shook his head, while Khalid watched his pathetic form with cold eyes. He straightened his back, then powerfully struck Nox’s buttocks, which still embraced his shaft.

Smack!

“Aah—!”

“Hips up, straight and proper.”

The impact on his buttocks, with Khalid still inside him, sent a jarring thrum through Nox’s core. Unable to do anything else, Nox awkwardly lifted his hips. Khalid clicked his tongue in displeasure, then gripped Nox’s firm buttocks.

“Keep your wits about you.”

Because it’s far from over. Those words seemed to echo in the air. Nox, despite feeling half-unconscious, struggled to keep his eyes open. The muscles in his thighs, where he knelt, twitched minutely. The tightly stretched opening pulsed, clenching around Khalid’s shaft, and Khalid intended to keep plunging until this opening served its purpose as a proper receptacle.

Khalid’s gaze slowly raked over Nox’s back, glistening with cold sweat. He licked his dry lips, looking at the back of Nox’s head, which was buried in the sheets.

This sight alone, of Nox helplessly trembling beneath him, sent blood rushing to Khalid’s shaft. What he had dreamed of, what he had desired above all else, was finally coming true. Now that he finally had Nox in his grasp, Khalid had no intention of making this first night a short one. He wanted to possess Nox’s body more selfishly and violently than anyone else, to brand him as his own.

Khalid exhaled slowly. It seemed it would be a long, long night for Nox.
***
Young Khalid opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the old ceiling. Slowly, the child sat up and looked around. There was a worn bed, an old table, and a chair with a broken leg. This was the room Maeta had secured for him.

‘It’s unfortunate how things turned out. Your body hasn’t healed yet, so stay here for a while and receive treatment.’

Maeta had rented a small inn room within the ducal territory. In truth, it had been Nox’s wish, but to Khalid, unaware of the truth, it felt as though Maeta was bestowing charity upon him.

Khalid stared blankly into the air. This situation still felt like a dream. He was supposed to wake up in a cramped servant’s room, wash, and then immediately go to see the young master. Then, the young master would offer a faint, awkward smile and call his name.

‘Khalid.’

That hallucination tormented Khalid for days. The wounds on his back had almost completely healed. Even during that time, he couldn’t escape Nox’s shadow. He denied it again and again, yet still searched for him even in his dreams.

“Young master…”

Khalid called out to him once, knowing there would be no answer now. His name echoed emptily in the old room.

Once he could move around somewhat, Khalid had, in fact, lingered around the Rainerio mansion several times. But each time, he was beaten and chased away by the knights serving as gatekeepers.

‘Just, just one time, please, just one time, let me see the young master. Please…!’

The knights clicked their tongues, saying they hadn’t expected the young servant, dismissed for touching the mistress’s jewels, to be so brazen. Then, kicking his still small waist, they snarled,

‘A thief like you can see no one!’

‘I…!’

I didn’t. The words rose to his throat but weren’t uttered. What if it harms the young master? That thought dominated his mind. And the gatekeeping knights, sneering at his silence, poked at his fallen, beaten head with the tips of their boots.