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“Now, you’re just being dramatic.”
“Fu– fuck you.”
Alhaitham just snorts, leaning back on his chair and setting his head into the palm of his hand, ignoring the fierce but dazed glare Kaveh sends him in favour of watching the man in front of him crumble further.
Kaveh’s heart burns with the rage of anger as he stares back at Alhaitham — in that moment, he wants nothing more than to take the man's neck in between his hands and strangle him. He wants to feel the man’s neck get crushed between his fingers and he wants to watch the light leave his eyes as he takes his last gasping, choking breath.
It would be the only thing that would soothe him now.
It's a cruel fate that he can’t. A cruel fate that his hands remained chained above his head, fingers numb and purple, and that his legs are forced wide, so that Alhaitham has a perfectly clear view of him in his entirety. It’s cruel and humiliating and yet, all the same, it is Kaveh’s inescapable fate.
A fate he’s starting to think he’ll never escape from.
All of Kaveh’s brava at managing some sort of snarl back is ruined the second another orgasm is pulled through his body — it’s excruciating. Painful and pleasurable all at once as he fights the fog that threatens to over take his mind and take any and all coherent thought from him. He’s desperate for it to stop but also desperate not to break and admit it, given that he knows that’s what Alhaitham is aiming from him.
He wants Kaveh to beg. Beg him to release him from the never ending torture of orgasms that is pulling his mind apart piece by piece, bit by bit and second by second until he’s reduced to nothing but a mindless toy for Alhaitham to play around with to his whim and discretion. Your defiance is annoying , Alhaitham had said; it had been amusing at first, but now it’s just frustrating and in the way of greater things.
It’s what keeps Kaveh strong–or, at least, it has. When Alhaitham had first started this cruel torture, the mere fact that Kaveh’s defiance was, as Alhaitham has admitted, annoying and frustrating had given Kaveh the strength he needed to hold on for longer than what he’d originally thought himself capable of. Hell, Kaveh was sure this was more than anyone would be capable of holding on to.
The vibrations pressed onto his cock are fast and unrelenting. There is no escaping from them. Two cock rings keep them pinned at his tip and at the base of his cock, keeping a constant stream along his entire length; hard and painfully erect, Kaveh is sure he’s been brought to an orgasm at least four or five times. Maybe more. He’d lost count a long time ago.
The dildo in his asshole just adds to the torture.
His body is trembling, his skin slick with sweat and his muscles ache. Every time he cums, it burns . Burns in a way that surely isn’t normal nor healthy, and yet, Alhaitham continues to watch on with an entertained smirk and without a shred of sympathy or guilt for what he’s forced Kaveh to endure.
He’d thought it long ago, but Kaveh is sure now — he’s insane .
A psychopath.
This orgasm particularly sends him over the edge. Kaveh can feel it. It’s different from any of the ones before and he can physically feel the fuzz buzz in his mind as he loses himself to the overstimulation he’s been forced to experience. His fingers and toes spasm beyond his control, his ribs hurting from the way he clenches and the absolutely sinful moans and whines that escape past his lips as the ecstasy courses through his entire body, traveling through his veins and leaving him breathless.
He’s seeing white spots in the mix of the emerald he now finds sickening, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The orgasms come quicker and seem to last just a little bit longer than the last.
“Haa– hya ! Nggh! Oh! Ahh !”
He hears the chuckle Alhaitham lets out and sees red.
But any fight he has left dies the second he feels another orgasm well within him, the fire settling in his navel and slowly growing.
“You know what you have to do to get it to stop,” Alhaitham practically sings. It sounds so unlike him, light and cheerful rather than the cold and calculated tone Kaveh is familiar with. It’s clear that Alhaitham is gaining not just enjoyment from this sick display, but something a little more twisted and sinister if the pure glee in his gaze is enough to go by. “Just ask me to make it stop and I will.”
Gripping the chains holding his wrists up, Kaveh uses them for purchase as he focuses, to the best of his ability, his gaze on Alhaitham; “as if i’d ever—” But he can’t finish his words, the tears and drool streaming down his face getting choked in the back of his throat as his cock burns. “I’d ever–ah! Nnh! Uhhn !”
Frowning, Alhaitham scoffs; “so stubborn. That won’t get you anywhere, Kaveh.”
He’s forced into another orgasm as the vibrations against his cock and asshole are increased, pulling a blood curdling scream from Kaveh’s lips as his head falls back. Something changes in that moment, the fight in him whittling like a dying flower as it suddenly becomes too much all at once.
I can’t, he thinks pathetically, sobbing– I can't take it anymore .
He’s at his limit, he realizes. Something’s happened–his mind is too far gone to realize what, but he finds out the second he hears Alhaitham laugh cruelly.
“Did… did you just piss yourself?” Comes his taunting voice, and Kaveh is flooded with that crushing humiliation as his words sink in. Is that what happened? Kaveh… Kaveh couldn’t even tell . The seering burn had overwhelmed him the second those vibrations had increased and he’d lost all control of himself, mind blanking. “I can’t believe you just pissed yourself!”
Alhaitham continues to laugh and every second of it stabs Kaveh’s heart. It hits him directly there and rips him apart in a way he’d never thought possible.
I can’t.
“E-enough,” comes his broken voice a second later. Broken and bruised and hoarse as Kaveh stares at the floor beneath him. The words that leave his lips are not of his own control, his brain far past the point of being able to conjure up a thought enough to speak. “It’s enough, enough, enough, enough .”
Stilling his laughter, Alhaitham leans forward on the chair; “Kaveh?”
“Make-Make it stop,” he begs, voice cracking. His tearful eyes finally rise to meet Alhaitham’s own and all the fire is gone, just a broken expression of desperation. “Please make it stop. I can’t–nnh! I can’t take it anymore! Please, Haitham ! Please! Stop!”
Kaveh’s lips part to beg more, broken pleas leaving his lips repeatedly and slurring together but somewhere along the way, he realizes the vibrations have stopped. There’s no longer any stimulation being forced against his cock or his abused asshole, everything is still and silent and Kaveh is faced with the reality of his sobs and sniffling as it becomes the only sound he can properly hear in that room.
Then, the lightest touch presses against his cock and Kaveh is flinching, scrambling to pull away, the begs already on the tip of his tongue when he’s interrupted;
“Shh,” Alhaitham soothes gently, the softest his voice has sounded since this all began. “I’m taking the rings off and the dildo out. I’ll try to be gentle.”
True to his word, Alhaitham is gentle and slow as he takes the toys off of Kaveh. Kaveh watches him through blurred vision as Alhaitham slides the rings off, careful not to jostle Kaveh, before taking the dildo at the base and pulling; it makes a sickening wet sound as it pulls out, soaked to the brim with Kaveh’s cum and juices.
While eased at the thought of nothing stimulating him, Kaveh doesn’t miss the way he feels empty as the dildo is pulled out. His hole continues to gape and clench with the loss of the dildo. It scares him more than he wants to admit — was he already growing accustomed to Alhaitham’s ministrations? Was… was his body already being changed ?
“You did so good, Kaveh,” Alhaitham hums out a moment later. Normally Kaveh would recoil at his words, but he’s too tired and exhausted and oddly, the reassurance feels comforting in a way that makes Kaveh feel sick.
Still , Kaveh wants him to leave.
The only moments of peace he felt anymore was when he was alone, even if it was still trapped in this room. Kaveh didn’t even care if Alhaitham left him tied up — he was used to it now. He just wanted to be alone. His thoughts were too much and he was angry at himself for giving in and seeing Alhaitham was a constant reminder of how he had and who he’d done it for.
He wanted to be alone, desperately.
But Alhaitham doesn’t leave. For a moment, he’s still, simply watching Kaveh as he tries to catch his breath and steady his racing heart. He hates when Alhaitham watches him and he tries to ignore it, but it’s getting more unnerving by the second.
However, nothing compares to the dread he feels when Alhaitham starts to unbutton his pants.
“No,” he cries, pathetic and sobbing. He can’t move, he doesn’t have the strength; he can barely manage the strength to speak. “No, please. Haitham, please ! Don’t! I–I don’t want to suck you off!”
The smile that grows on Alhaitham’s lips is downright sick.
“You won’t be sucking me off, Kaveh,” he explains, pushing himself to his knees and setting his hands on Kaveh’s raised and spread legs. “Not this time. I have something more special planned.”
Kaveh’s numb mind races to try and think of what, but it doesn’t matter, because his answer is given to him the second he notices Alhaitham lining his length to Kaveh’s abused and stretched hole.
“ No ,” is all he can manage to say. “No!”
It isn’t just that he’s exhausted. It isn’t just that he can’t fathom the thought of being forced to cum again. It’s more than that. Alhaitham has tortured him in every way — he’s denied him orgasms, he’s overstimulated him beyond thought, he’s forced his cock down Kaveh’s throat; Alhaitham has humiliated and degraded him in every sick way possible. But… but he hasn’t actually had sex with him.
Not yet.
Kaveh… Kaveh doesn’t want that. He doesn’t think he can come back from that.
That’s tipping past the line in a way he can’t handle. It’ll hurt–not just physically, but mentally. Kaveh is sure… this’ll break him. Maybe not completely, but beyond repair.
It’s because of Kaveh’s feelings for Alhaitham that Kaveh knows this’ll break him.
The thought of Alhaitham raping him like this…—
“It’ll be okay,” Alhaitham calls to Kaveh’s panicked expression. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Kaveh is shaking his head, but it’s loose and shaky. He can’t move, he wouldn’t even be able to if he wasn’t tied up. He is completely and wholeheartedly defenceless. Alhaitham easily slides into Kaveh because of the dildo from before, pushing himself inside without hesitation or prep. Kaveh’s eyes bulge the second he feels the pressure of Alhaitham’s dick in him, body straining and breath leaving him as Alhaitham quickly starts up a pace.
He’s ruthless. Pulling out and slamming into Kaveh repeatedly.
“Fuck,” Alhaitham hisses, “you feel so fucking good .”
Kaveh is sure that he’s going crazy.
He’s going insane.
Here was a man Kaveh had liked, possibly even loved, who had kidnapped him, tied him up, starved him, humiliated him, forced him to orgasm, used him to make himself orgasm and now… now he was raping him.
“You’ve never–ah–been with anyone before, right?” Alhaitham asks and Kaveh’s stunned and teary eyes finally fall on his own, lips parted and brain a fog of nothing. “I’m your first?”
Kaveh doesn’t respond. Thankfully, Alhaitham doesn’t make him.
“Good,” comes his groan a second later, taking Kaveh’s silence for a yes. It was a yes . “It’s better that I’m the only one who’ll ever have you. That’s how it should be.” He finishes with a groan, lips parting and eyes clenching shut as he slams into Kaveh.
Kaveh thinks of when he first met Alhaitham. Of the way he’d felt.
Of the way he’d instantly felt connected to him.
And he thinks of now, watching as Alhaitham rapes him.
His heart finally shatters completely .
Alhaitham’s pace grows more rigid and rapid as he nears his orgasm. Kaveh feels it build inside of him too, that burning, searing ecstasy crawl all the way through his body and leave him trapped and trembling.
Cries and moans leave his lips and somewhere along the way, Alhaitham is praising him but Kaveh barely hears it.
His mind is numb. That fog has flooded him and he chooses to instead focus on the pleasure rather than his broken heart.
Alhaitham comes to a sudden halt, nails digging into Kaveh’s legs as he cums; Kaveh feels his warm seed sink into him just as he reaches his last orgasm for the night.
Then, moments later, Alhaitham, calmed, leans forward and presses his lips directly against Kaveh’s.
It’s everything Kaveh thought it’d be besides willing.
“When?” Comes Kaveh’s voice, cracked and hoarse as he meets Alhaitham’s gaze.
Alhaitham just raises a brow; “when what?”
“When will you let me go?”
Alhaitham looks surprised at the question. For the first time in days Kaveh sees something besides glee on Alhaitham’s face as he frowns, almost hurt, and shakes his head at Kaveh.
“Haven’t I made it clear?” Alhaitham tilts his head in wonder. “You aren't leaving.”