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The marks remain even after the rope is gone and they’re just as restraining as the cuffs around his wrists.
Kaveh’s body is exhausted. He’s still trembling from the exertion he’d been forced through and his heart, despite it all, still aches terribly from the betrayal of it all. The reality is undeniable then, and no matter how desperate he is, he can’t erase the fact that it was Alhaitham who’d taken him, tied him up and raped him–even though he still tries to.
He can’t possibly fathom why he even tries. Maybe it’s some deep, internal part of him that wishes this had all been a dream and he’d have woken up by now; sure, he’d question the kind of dreams his mind was conjuring but it was better than this being his reality. It was better than the cruel and penetrating sting of betrayal that sat heavily on his shoulders and made him feel like he was drowning in his own sorrow.
Anything was better than that.
Because why not?
Kaveh hears the words repeat like a mantra in his own mind. The casualness of the question, thrown back at his own broken plea, is possibly what hurts the most. The fact that this had all just been because Alhaitham could. That in his own self-righteous mind, Alhaitham simply thought it was his right to take what he persevered was his as though Kaveh hadn’t been unwilling towards it. As if it hadn’t been against his wishes.
God, he’d begged and screamed and cried and everything in between and it had simply been nothing but an annoyance to Alhaitham — a frustrating blip in his grand plan to rape Kaveh.
They’d been friends hadn’t they? Or had it all just been some sick prank Kaveh wasn’t privy to? Had Alhaitham truly never cared for him at all?
That hurts, Kaveh thinks sourly; the mere thought of Alhaitham having never felt any sort of care or affection for Kaveh hurts him more than he’d expected and more than he wants. Why is he, after what Alhaitham had done to him, pondering on Alhaitham’s care for him? Hadn’t he made that abundantly clear?
Or maybe, the reason why it plagues Kaveh so cruelly is because, deep down, he knows that if Alhaitham had approached him differently, softer and kinder and normally , Kaveh would’ve responded to his affections with ease. That if Alhaitham had told him he shared any sort of affection for him beyond platonic, Kaveh would’ve returned the gesture with more love and care than he cared to acknowledge in this moment now.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Kaveh jumps at the sound of Alhaitham’s voice, heart racing madly against his chest in trepidation.
Had he been so lost in his thoughts he’d forgotten Alhaitham was still in the room with him?
It would seem so.
Lips parted and thoroughly defeated, Kaveh raises his head best he can and meets Alhaitham’s gaze from across the room. After Kaveh had calmed from his orgasm, Alhaitham had stood, leaving Kaveh’s broken and beaten body to lay limp on the cold concrete floor. He hadn’t had the strength to move and had simply watched his underclassmen walk around the room, shedding the rest of it in light which allowed Kaveh to register they were in a basement of some sort. He hasn’t a single clue where this basement is, but he figured, given how smart he knew Alhaitham was, it was thoroughly isolated from anyone.
It had been eerily quiet as Alhaitham had moved — he’d grabbed the still vibrating dildo off the ground, turning it off and tucking it away to the far side of the room where Kaveh registered a table. He couldn’t properly identify anything, but Kaveh could see clear signs of other things strewn across the table and his chest had filled with dread when he realized just how prepared Alhaitham truly had been.
Then, Alhaitham returned with a clothe in hand. He’d smartly left Kaveh in his binds for that, forcing his legs apart, ignoring his futile struggles to pull away, and cleaned the residue of his rape off of him. Feeling defiled and disgusting, the act of Alhaitham so tenderly caring for him, as if the two of them were lovers who had just engaged in a passionate night together, had sent Kaveh over the edge. Embarrassingly, he let himself fall for a second time that night as the tears welled in his eyes and he tilted his head back, desperate not to see Alhaitham’s face while he broke again.
When he’d finished cleaning, he’d untied the rope from around his chest, Alhaitham carefully making sure not to let his wrists go and ignoring the rope around his legs lest he tried to kick at him. Instead, he forced Kaveh to sit still, releasing a bit of the pressure around his body and soothing the constant tug against his airway as he removed the makeshift collar from around his throat.
Kaveh had no doubt that the action of Alhaitham rubbing his neck the second the rope was gone was a poor attempt at some sort of comfort that Kaveh had quickly ripped himself away from. He didn’t need a mirror to know that there were marks along his pale and freckled skin and he was sure his neck was the worst of it–a deep red line around the delicate skin a reminder of his own torture.
Kaveh didn’t want any comfort for that, least of all from the man responsible.
Which led him to now, still bound by his wrists and legs, still on the concrete floor, staring up at the smug and condescending Alhaitham who stood before him, arms crossed and a frown on his lips.
“You’re sick,” is what Kaveh responds with. His voice is still hoarse and scratchy from everything, but he’s secretly proud of himself for the venom that is still blatantly clear in his tone.
Sighing, Alhaitham’s hands drop to his sides and he steps towards Kaveh, kneeling. “I did what was necessary.”
Kaveh narrows his eyes and despite his exhaustion, that burning rage returns tenfold. “Tying me up and raping me was necessary?” He bellows, taking advantage of the freedom presented to him with the lack of gag tied around his mouth. Without it, he could freely scream all the things he’d wanted to before. “You’re fucking sick and I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” Alhaitham smiles. “We both know you don’t.”
“I do,” Kaveh argues instantly. “I do now .”
Reaching forward, Kaveh doesn’t pull away in time before Alhaitham’s able to take a strand of his blonde hair and neatly brush it behind his ear. He snarls as Alhaitham does it, tugging away and because of his restrained limbs, ends up falling against his back the second he does. The glare on his face never wavers, though.
“I made you feel good, didn’t I?” Alhaitham sighs, shaking his head.
Kaveh’s eyes blazed; “you raped me!”
Alhaitham scoffs, as if Kaveh’s the one that’s gone crazy in this moment — as if him being upset and hurt and confused and everything in between was wrong when it was Alhaitham that was the cause for all of this. It burns something dark and dangerous in Kaveh’s chest and he feels a desperation to strangle Alhaitham’s neck tightly in his own hands but… but he can’t. Not with his hands tied, not the way he is now.
“You’re being dramatic as always, Kaveh,” Alhaitham says, in that same rational tone he always used. That tone that told everyone and everything that Alhaitham truly thought he was smarter, stronger and overall just better than everyone else. It had always annoyed Kaveh, but whereas before there’d been a sense of charm in it, now it just tore his heart in half. “This was always bound to happen, regardless of anything. I tried to have the patience to wait for you to catch up, but you were stubbornly oblivious as always. It only makes sense that the next step was taking it into my own hands.”
Kaveh can hardly believe the words he’s hearing. Was Alhaitham serious? Did he truly think… think he was the justified one here?
Nerves steeled, Kaveh doesn’t care the consequences, his heart speaking for his brain as he uses whatever vantage point he can find with his tied wrists; he presses his palm flat against the ground and, ignoring the ache that shudders across his body, pushes himself up until he’s sitting upright. Alhaitham starts intentionally, a small twitch of movement in alertness from Kaveh’s sudden strength, but otherwise doesn’t move to stop him.
And then, ignoring any thought of trying to explain, trying to reason — knowing it’ll be futile in the end — Kaveh stares at Alhaitham one moment longer before promptly spitting on his face.
It hits him directly in the cheek, right under his eye, and Kaveh feels a sort of rush of self satisfaction at the tic that appears in Alhaitham’s jaw. The man is constantly cool in his expressions and hardly ever lets anything slip, but Kaveh sees it with trained eyes as the frustration bubbles in his eyes and his face sours at Kaveh’s disobedience.
Unfortunately for him, the satisfaction only last so long — when Alhaitham stands to his full height, wiping the spit off his cheek, Kaveh is all too quickly reminded of the differences in their strengths and Kaveh’s particularly vulnerable nature in that moment. He’d once had the confidence to say that Alhaitham would never seriously hurt him, but the events of that night had proved otherwise easily. Regrettably, Kaveh can’t avoid the way his body flinches back the second Alhaitham towers over him and he mentally preps himself for whatever sort of punishment Alhaitham’s twisted mind will come up with.
Instead, nothing ever happens.
A moment passes and Kaveh’s eyes flutter open, confused, only to see Alhaitham simply turning and walking away. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t allude to anything really, and rather, Kaveh is left to watch him walk out the door, without even a single glance back at the blond boy, and slam the door shut.
The boom is followed by the sickening echo of a lock being snapped into place but Kaveh settles himself with the relief that Alhaitham is finally gone. Even if that meant being alone in this cold and eerie basement, it gave Kaveh a moment of peace and the opportunity to try to think of some sort of escape plan.
For the first time that night, Kaveh lets a small smile of peace curl onto his lips.
It doesn’t last long.
He has no true concept of time in that basement with no windows or even a clock. Kaveh soon found out after he’d been left alone that Alhaitham had taken all of his personal belongings and they weren’t anywhere in the room. He’d managed, rather embarrassingly, to scoot around the room on his knees; an awkward shuffle that would’ve left Kaveh extremely embarrassed if anyone had seen him and he only prays that the sick bastard didn’t have a kamera hidden anywhere in the room spying on him.
The only other thing he’d managed to find in the room was the table he’d seen Alhaitham at earlier and had promptly been mortified when he finally got a clear look at the objects strewn about it. He saw the familiar dildo that had forcefully been in him earlier, along with an array of other sex toys and things of the sort. The prongs that had kept his lips apart were there, along with a ball gag and something similar but with a wide, metal ring instead of the ball. Kaveh had quickly averted his eyes from that, a shiver of discomfort running through his body at the thought of Alhaitham forcing that on him.
Along with the dildo was a vibrator, a bullet vibe, anal beads, and some sort of long metal non-hollow tube. There was a bundle of extra rope, the harness Alhaitham had put on Kaveh’s dick and some circular metal rings.
Every single item had flooded Kaveh with a petrifying panic. He couldn’t bare to look at the table for a moment longer and resolved himself to look for some way out. If he could at least release his wrists, that would be the first step in setting himself free and then promptly getting as far away from Alhaitham as possible.
Except, nothing he tried worked. Alhaitham was clearly very skilled in his rope tying because no matter how Kaveh squirmed or shifted, the rope stayed firm and numbing around his wrists. And without his hands free, he couldn’t free his legs either. He’d tried for what felt like hours until he couldn’t move his body anymore because of the painful strain it forced upon him.
Worst of all, through it all, Alhaitham did not return once. He’d initially been relieved at his leaving, but after what felt like far too long for it to be considered humane, Kaveh realized he was thirsty and hungry and that he desperately needed to pee. The last had been solved, rather humiliatingly, when Kaveh had found the bucket in the corner of the room. He’d ignored it when he first found it, but eventually the pressing need to release himself grew too strong to ignore and he was forced to use it.
His stomach, however, was growling and he was starting to feel nauseous and shaky from the lack of substance; not to mention his throat burned with a desperate need of water and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.
So, yes, Kaveh had no concept of time–not really at least–but he figured it had been too long if he was suffering like this.
Eventually, at a loss of strength and hope dwindling, he’d settled for laying on his side. It was hardly comfortable, but it was the best he could manage given his state and he flickered in and out of a restless and fitful sleep.
Just when he was beginning to think that Alhaitham would never return, the distinct sound of the door opening caught his attention.
Kaveh, not sure where the energy comes from, scrambles up. He must look like a fool, but he swears he smells something delicious and his mind isn’t working straight enough for him to care. He pushes himself, falling and stumbling once or twice before he manages to spin himself in the direction of the door and his eyes widen with a sense of desperation at the sight of Alhaitham with a tray in hand; on it was a bowl and a glass of water.
His eyes flicker from the tray to Alhaitham, and swallows thickly at the look in his eyes.
Alhaitham is eerily silent, baiting Kaveh in anticipation as he shuts the door behind him, crossing the distance over to where Kaveh sits and then, slowly, crouches in front of him. Kaveh’s mouth is watering and his body is instinctively leaning towards him, eyes constantly shifting from Alhaitham to the food, heart racing and fingers twitching in their binds.
“Are you ready to behave?” Alhaitham asks finally.
His question sturs something primal in Kaveh – a reminder of his situation, of the fact that Alhaitham is the reason for all of his suffering in the beginning. That flare of rage burns in him once more and he wants to scream, argue, maybe even spit in his face again but then his stomach rumbles and the ache in his throat scratches as his lips part and Kaveh is also, unfortunately, reminded of just how much he truly was suffering–regardless of who was responsible.
Play nice for now, he thinks suddenly, the thought popping in his mind like a saviour. Play nice for now and eat and drink and then he can get his energy back — maybe if he’s behaved enough, Alhaitham will even untie him. That fills Kaveh with hope. If he’s freed, he’d have the ability to get away; stun Alhaitham, catch him by surprise.
It could work.
It could definitely work.
So he swallows that rage, sizzles the fire burning in his belly, and nods.
“Words,” Alhaitham says, “I want to hear you say it.”
And it’s hard, harder than Kaveh thought it’d be–but he forces himself to. He hopes his voice doesn’t come across too forced or robotic, trying to swallow down the disgust that threatens to bubble up from his throat. “I… I’ll be good.”
It seems to be enough. Alhaitham lets out a soft, satisfied hum and then moves to sit, setting the tray down next to him. Kaveh feels that hope blossom further and shifts, expecting Alhaitham to move to free his wrists; but instead, Alhaitham grabs the chopsticks neatly placed next to the bowl, grabs a portion of the dinner, and holds it before Kaveh’s lips.
Kaveh blinks up at him in disbelief.
“What?” Alhaitham laughs, “isn’t this what you like? To be babied?”
And Kaveh thinks it’s particularly cruel that in addition to this all, Alhaitham uses the opportunity to add insult to the injury.
But it’s okay , he tries to convince himself. Of course Alhaitham wouldn’t just untie him like that — although annoying, Kaveh knew Alhaitham wasn’t stupid. If he wanted to trick him, Kaveh would need to be patient.
Patient .
So, licking his chapped lips, Kaveh swallows his pride and slowly parts his lips.
The taste of the food envelopes him immediately and it’s enough to soothe Kaveh’s grievances, even if briefly; his eyes flutter shut and he savours the taste, chewing and swallowing slowly despite the growing need to scarf it all down.
And when he swallows the last bit, his eyes flutter open to see Alhaitham staring expectantly at him.
Kaveh’s eyes shift to the bowl, wanting more, but Alhaitham doesn’t move.
“What do you say?”
He must… he must be joking —
The expression on Kaveh’s face must be clear enough because Alhaitham just scoffs; “it’s only polite to thank me for providing you with dinner when I could’ve easily left you to starve for another day.”
So… so it had been a whole day — maybe longer.
Kaveh doesn’t think he couldn’t handle another day of that, especially not now that he’s had a taste.
“I–... thank you,” he mumbles, letting his head drop.
“Thank you…?”
Eyes falling shut, Kaveh curls his fists, letting the feeling of his nails digging into the palms of his hands enough to steady him. “Thank you, Alhaitham.”
“Good boy,” Alhaitham smirks, taking Kaveh by the chin and guiding his head back up, chopsticks ready by his side. Kaveh obediently parts his lips and the action repeats a few more times before Alhaitham pauses to give Kaveh a sip of the water. From then on, the two repeat, with Kaveh being expected to give his thanks, until the food is done and there’s no water left in the bowl.
When it’s all done, Kaveh expects Alhaitham to leave; he watches him gather the tray and stand up and is waiting for him to make his way towards the door.
His heart drops to the pit of his stomach when he sees him head towards the table.
“No,” he finds himself whispering, unable to control the fear that strikes him deep. It makes him forget his plan, his promise to himself earlier as the fear overrides any sense of rational thought. He tries to push himself back but just ends up falling, unable to find any vantage point to push from; that and the panic striking his heart is making it hard to maneuver himself. “No, please… not again.”
Alhaitham doesn’t look at him. He continues to stand, back turned towards Kaveh, eyes flickering across the table while he calls out calmly; “we need to continue your training.”
“You’re sick!” Kaveh bellows, turning irrational when Alhaitham finally turns, rope in hand and that disturbing ring gag in the other. “You’re sick in the head! Get away from me! Don’t fucking– no ! Don’t fucking touch me!”
Kaveh’s struggles are ignored. With ease, Alhaitham grabs him by the ankle, setting both things next to him and working on untying Kaveh’s left leg. Kaveh doesn’t know why he does it, but the second it’s free, Kaveh is sending out a sharp kick, just narrowly missing Alhaitham’s face. Alhaitham remains impassive and it further instills in Kaveh to fight, so he’s ruthless as he juts and kicks his leg but Alhaitham’s grip remains steady and locked around his ankle. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he ties the rope around Kaveh’s ankle a few times, taking odd care to make sure it’s sturdy, before pushing himself up to his feet, grabbing the rope by the length of it and raising it higher.
Kaveh watches as he loops it through a metal ring in the ceiling, something he hadn’t even noticed, pulling on the other end the second it’s through and continuing to pull until Kaveh is forced to his back and his leg is tugged uncomfortably off the ground. It’s enough to lift the edge of his bum off the ground too, Kaveh’s leg stretched uncomfortably. Alhaitham keeps pulling, tugging until Kaveh’s body is slanted awkwardly, half of his body in the air, all the weight forced from his right ankle.
“What is this? Untie me! You fucker!”
“You’re so loud,” Alhaitham sighs, shaking his head. Kaveh can’t see him properly, but he feels his hands on his other leg, untying that one as well and although this time, the struggle is more pathetic, he still attempts to kick Alhaitham. Like his other leg though, Alhaitham simply continues to hold fast, until Kaveh finds himself completely in the air, hanging by his ankles, upside down.
His head is quite a bit away from the ground and he can see his blonde hair hanging past his head, his body swaying from every little movement he makes.
Kaveh feels the blood rush to his head, and the fear is deafening as he finds himself vulnerable in a way he hadn’t experienced before. The weight of his body strains on his ankles and hurts and he can feel his toes grow numb, but any movement just makes his body sway and the pressure tight around his ankles. His arms remained locked behind him, wrists tied against his back and leaving him with no escape.
The second he sees Alhaitham in front of him, his face lined with his crotch, Kaveh doesn’t hesitate.
“I swear I’ll kill you! I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
Alhaitham crouches and suddenly Kaveh is faced with Alhaitham’s sharp green eyes directly on his. There’s a present and horrible smirk on his face and instantly, Kaveh notices the ring gag in his hands.
“So mouthy,” Alhaitham shakes his head. “I’ll have to train that out of you. But for now…” his words trail as his hands raise and he moves the gag towards Kaveh. Kaveh tries to pull his head away, shake it, anything, but Alhaitham easily locks onto the back of head, allowing him to wrap the gag around his face. He forces Kaveh’s mouth open by pinching him by the cheeks and slips the metal ring in before Kaveh has the second to shut it again, quickly locking it around his head.
“Nnh! Hangh!”
Kaveh still tries to be loud with the gag on, but like before, his cries and curses are incoherent.
“Much better,” Alhaitham grins, petting Kaveh on the cheek before standing up straight.
Kaveh growls, but is quickly disorientated the second Alhaitham is pressing a firm hand against Kaveh’s lower belly and pushes, before letting go, stepping back to leave Kaveh swaying in the air without a way to stop himself.
“Hyah!”
“Not so tough like this, are you, Kaveh?”
“Nngh!”
Grabbing him firmly by the hips, Alhaitham stills Kaveh’s swinging body.
The blood is rushing to Kaveh’s head and making him feel dizzy and disoriented, unable to properly see Alhaitham’s face and only be faced with his clothed crotch right in front of him. He can feel Alhaitham’s hands drift across his naked body, the touch disgusting to Kaveh’s body, and an indignant and muffled cry leaves Kaveh’s lips the second Alhaitham grabs him and presses his clothed dick right into his face.
He’s unable to pull away and only feels his hardened member press against his cheek, hands flexing at his back as his eyes twist shut.
“We’re going to train your gag reflexes today,” Alhaitham moves to explain, finally pulling away and letting Kaveh feel like he can breathe, even if only briefly. The relief is short lived the second he sees Alhaitham’s hands move to his pants, fingers working quickly to unbutton and unzip his pants, before pushing them down to his ankles, boxers falling with them, and stepping out.
Kaveh had once, before all this, thought about what Alhaitham’s member would look like. Ironically enough, as he’s faced with it in that moment, Kaveh realized his fantasies of his friend's dick was pretty spot on — it’s lengthy and veiny, while not being very thick. The tip of it is an angry red as he presses against Alhaitham’s navel in its hardness. There’s precum leaking from the tip and truthfully, it’s beautiful.
Kaveh thinks it’s disgusting, though, at that moment.
Alhaitham’s hand comes into view, grabbing his own dick by the base and Kaveh’s entire body tenses the second he moves to step back towards him. He’s screaming behind the gag, but nothing stops Alhaitham as he uses his free hand to reach down and grab a handful of Kaveh’s hair, forcefully directing Kaveh's head so his neck bends slightly. Alhaitham guides his dick towards his forcefully parted lips and then, Kaveh’s eyes squeeze shut as his dick presses into his throat and his faced with Alhaitham’s musk and his nose is pressed against the small bush of pube hairs around Alhaitham’s dick.
Alhaitham doesn’t stop until the tip of his dick is pressed against the back of Kaveh’s throat, the intrusion causing Kaveh’s throat to spasm and him to cough and choke around the length. His face is hot and warm from being upside down but he can feel the tears welling in his eyes as he gasps for breath around Alhaitham’s member and tries not to choke on it as his gag reflex is pressed against.
“Relax,” Alhaitham orders softly. “I won’t move until I feel your throat relax.”
Kaveh doesn’t want to listen to a single thing Alhaitham says but he knows he’s right and the desperation for air is growing pressing. So, he forces himself to calm, loosening his throat and relaxing around Alhaitham’s length as he breathes in deeply and sharply through his nose. Alhaitham holds himself there for a moment before slowly pulling back–only, he doesn’t pull all the way out and just before Kaveh expects the intrusion to disappear, he’s forcing himself back in.
Alhaitham doesn’t hold himself still for as long, pulling back quicker before slamming himself back inside again. Kaveh coughs but focuses on keeping himself calm and adjusting to the feeling, fingers flexing along his back as Alhaitham’s hands move to grab Kaveh by the hips. His movements grow quicker, rougher, in and out and using Kaveh’s mouth as his own personal fleshlight.
“That’s it,” Alhaitham groans, voice pitching slightly as his movements grow faster. “That’s it, Kaveh. You’re–ah! You’re doing so well!”
He has no choice but to take Alhaitham’s abuse, the drool and spit bubbling around his lips and dripping up against his nose because of how he’s been tied. It leaks into his teary eyes and Kaveh imagines he must be in sight at that moment, tears and spit dripping along his face and into his hair as his throat is abused repeatedly.
“Ahh!” Alhaitham moans, head tilting back as the pleasure builds in him and his thrusting turns erratic. “Your mouth feels so good, like it was made for me. So fucking good. Nnh!”
Kaveh only prays for it to end, waiting until the moment Alhaitham gets what he wants and he can have a moment of peace.
“Unhh!”
Alhaitham jerks forward before stilling and Kaveh feels it then, white hot cum is shot into his mouth, the back of it, against his throat as he spasms against Alhaitham’s crotch, a gargled and broken moan full of cum leaving his lips. Alhaitham holds himself there for a moment longer, length fully in Kaveh’s warm and wet mouth, gasps of heavy breaths leaving his lips as his chest rises and falls as he comes down from his orgasm.
Then, he pulls himself out of Kaveh’s mouth but before Kaveh even has a second to think, he feels his hair being grabbed aggressively and his axis tilted as his head is tilted. He’s faced with Alhaitham completely as he holds his head upright, back bent and neck strained, Alhaitham’s seed still sitting in his mouth.
“Swallow,” Alhaitham hisses. “I want to see you swallow my cum.”
Kaveh doesn’t want to. He tries to argue, tries to spit it but Alhaitham tugs painfully on his hair and his eyes twist shut in pain as the tears stream relentlessly down his cheeks. His throat hurts, his lips ache, and he just wants all of this to end so reluctantly, he forces himself to swallow best he can with the gag still in his mouth, trying to ignore the taste of Alhaitham’s cum as it slides down his throat.
“Good boy,” Alhaitham coos the second Kaveh finishes swallowing.
Kaveh wants him to let him go, even if it means hanging upside down again. He just wants it all to stop.
Alhaitham doesn’t though. His grip stays tight and painful as he smiles maniacally down at Kaveh;
“Shall we go again?”