I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 17

Khalid parted his robe and rubbed the head of his half-erect penis against Nox’s lips. His eyes were already glinting with lust. Nox squeezed his eyes shut for a moment at the soft sensation of the tip against his lips, then slowly opened his mouth. As soon as he opened it, Khalid’s shaft plunged inside, making Nox frown. Khalid showed Nox no mercy, immediately grabbing his hair and shoving himself deep into his throat.

“Ugh.”

“Swallow.”

Khalid pulled Nox’s gagging head back forcefully, forcing his chin up. He then pushed himself deeper, deeper into the straight column of Nox’s throat. Heat rushed to Nox’s eyes. Gah, kuuh. His throat, resisting the forced intrusion of the shaft, convulsed and tightened repeatedly. Khalid paid no mind to his rejection. He merely exhaled a lazy breath, chasing his own pleasure at the sensation of Nox’s soft tongue rubbing against his shaft.

“Choke…!”

“Open wider.”

Nox’s jaw was already stretched as wide as it could go. But due to Khalid’s sheer size, not even half of him could fit. Khalid, clearly unsatisfied, pulled Nox’s head closer to his lower body. He could see Nox’s Adam’s apple bulging from the invading shaft. Khalid stroked Adam’s apple, then clasped both hands around Nox’s head.

“Know that it won’t be fun if you can’t endure it properly.”

He began to thrust Nox’s head back and forth in that position. Thump, guh, choke. Unswallowed saliva spilled from his mouth, and Nox’s face steadily reddened from lack of air. Khalid gasped for breath as he rammed himself into Nox’s mouth. It felt like his throat would tear, but the continuously convulsing throat that accommodated his penis was intoxicating.

Nox clutched Khalid’s knees, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer. Khalid’s face twisted, and he thrust his hips hard into Nox’s mouth. Nox’s eyes rolled back halfway, but Khalid paid no attention. Squish, smack, pop. Wet sounds naturally came from his widely stretched mouth. Khalid continued to rub himself against Nox’s throat for a long time, finally reaching his climax deep within Nox’s throat. Nox’s body trembled violently, but Khalid didn’t release his head until he had finished.

“Hmph…”

Khalid finally released Nox’s head only after he was satisfied. Cough, hack. Cough. After Khalid pulled out, Nox immediately started coughing. Unswallowed saliva and cum stained the floor. Khalid frowned and placed his foot on the back of Nox’s neck as he coughed. Then, he pressed down, forcing Nox’s head to the floor.

“Lick it.”

“Gasp… h-huh.”

Nox’s eyes were already brimming with involuntary tears. With a flushed face, he trembled and nodded, and only then did Khalid remove his foot. Nox slowly brought his face close to the floor. His body was trembling in a different kind of way. Nox, who just moments ago had commanded everyone, was now a man’s possession, licking the floor at his master’s command.

But now… The darkness obscured Nox’s expression. He soon extended his tongue and began to lick up Khalid’s cum. A small lapping sound echoed. Khalid watched the sight at his leisure until Nox had licked it all clean.

“…Tsk.”

He should have felt triumphant, but he felt no triumph at all. He let out a low growl, and only after Nox had finished licking the floor and raised his head, did Khalid grab his chin and turn him toward himself. Nox’s moss-green eyes already looked exhausted. A fragmented trace of pride. The eyes, dimly dying, containing things he hadn’t known were still there, weren’t a pleasant sight, but Khalid convinced himself it was what he wanted. So, he forced his lips into a twisted smile.

Khalid, instead of commanding, forcefully pulled Nox’s arm. A small grunt escaped Nox, but Khalid, without hesitation, tossed him onto the bed and looked down at his neatly worn clothes. He started to rip off Nox’s vest and shirt, then his gaze fell on the bolo tie Nox was wearing. Instead of tearing the clothes, Khalid toyed with it and asked,

“How does it feel to be someone else’s property?”

“…”

“How does it feel to be thrown to the ground in an instant after being above everyone else?”

“…”

“Answer me.”

He demanded an answer. Nox’s lips parted, and then he finally spoke.

“…It’s despairing.”

“…”

This time, it was Khalid who fell silent. He should have been pleased. He recalled his own despair after Khalid had abandoned him. The three nights and days he had cried after being whipped a hundred times, cast out, and told he’d never see him again, and the betrayal he felt—he should have felt triumphant. But for some reason, the feeling wasn’t pleasant. Khalid immediately ripped off Nox’s vest and shirt.

Thud, clatter. Buttons rolled across the bed, and Khalid’s voice was rough.

“Take off your clothes, now.”

Nox had gone to the trouble of preparing himself for Khalid, but undressing himself in front of him wasn’t easy. Only a feeling of regret filled him as the buttons of the clothes he’d just put on were torn off. It was as if he was trying to avoid the situation. Nox’s gaze drifted sideways. He saw the fallen buttons. A bruise from the slap still marred his face, but at Nox’s delay in obeying, Khalid raised his hand again.

Smack!

Nox’s head snapped to the side, his already bruised cheek flaring crimson. Without a single sound of pain, he checked with his tongue if the inside of his mouth had split open again.

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

Pinned beneath him, Nox shed his ruined shirt and vest. He pulled off the bolo tie, unbuttoned his trousers, and slipped them off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

His bare skin was covered with countless handprints and bite marks from Khalid’s actions yesterday. Khalid gazed at the body as if to devour it, then, unable to hold back, he gripped Nox’s thighs and pulled his underwear off. A series of growls rumbled deep in his throat.

Khalid spread Nox’s legs and thrust his hard hips between them. It was still early evening, but Khalid, completely oblivious to that fact, immediately began to take Nox’s body into his hands.

His tightly gripped thighs ached. Nox covered his face, looking up at Khalid, who was applying so much force it felt like he would burst. It was partly because Khalid had told him he didn’t want to hear his voice during their last encounter. Perhaps it was also a coping mechanism for the current situation. Nox couldn’t think that far.

However, Khalid, perhaps understanding, let out a hollow laugh upon seeing Nox covering his face just as he had yesterday.

“Is the slave refusing to look at his master’s face?”

“…That’s not it.”

Khalid didn’t listen to Nox. He pulled the cord of his robe and used it to blindfold Nox. Nox held his breath. He recalled the moment he was first dragged to the mansion and the painful encounter from yesterday. The tightly bound cord hurt around his eyes. Nox gritted his teeth. Khalid’s faintly visible face disappeared, replaced only by darkness.

With his eyes covered, his body was abruptly pulled. Nox stiffened at the hard sensation against his inner thighs. His entire body tensed at the realization that that would soon enter him again. He couldn’t help it, given his past experience where pain outweighed pleasure.

And as soon as Nox stiffened, something pushed its way into his opening. It was Khalid’s finger, forcefully pushing into his tight passage. Nox flinched, trying to relax his body, but his tensed muscles wouldn’t obey.

“Damn, you’re just too tight.”

Khalid bit out a curse, then forcibly shoved a second finger in. Nox’s hips trembled violently. His still-dry passage couldn’t properly accommodate the fingers, clenching tightly and pushing them away.

Nox’s clumsy self-preparation might have prevented bleeding, but that was all. Khalid eventually pulled out his fingers, tsk-ing his tongue, then lifted Nox’s thighs higher to expose his opening.

Then, with a squelching sensation, a breath touched his rear. Nox startled, fumbling in the air to find the head that had burrowed between his legs.

“W-wait…!”

“Stay still.”

Smack!

The sound of skin being struck echoed. But this time, it was on his buttocks, not his cheek. Nox, struck on the butt, trembled, unable to even open his mouth. A shiver ran down his spine, not just from the pain in his buttocks, but from the soft sensation of a tongue touching his rear.

“D-don’t…”

“Don’t, Master.”

“D-don’t, M-master…”

A tingling sensation shot up his spine from the whispering sensation around his opening. Nox thrashed his legs, not even knowing what the sensation was. But his thighs, gripped tightly by Khalid’s hands, barely moved. This was despite Nox’s strength far exceeding that of an average adult male.

“Hnngh—!”

The tongue lingered wetly around his opening. It seemed to be generously coating it with saliva, then tracing each delicate fold with its tongue. And when it thoroughly lubricated the entrance and slipped inside, Nox’s body shuddered.