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Today is Valentine’s Day, and the streets are filled with people laughing and clinging tightly to their lovers. Flower vendors are everywhere. Kevin doesn’t want to linger in the festive bustle. He glances absentmindedly at the sweet couples around him, suddenly thinking of someone in the basement, which makes him pause briefly in front of a young girl selling flowers.
“Hey, mister, want to buy a flower? I can sell just one!”
Kevin looks down at the girl with sparkling eyes and ends up buying a carefully trimmed deep red rose from her before continuing on his familiar path home.
Upon returning, he doesn’t head to the basement but goes straight to the bedroom. Due to some “minor incidents” last time, Kevin has tightly bound Kalpas and left him on the bed, even putting a collar around his neck. Beneath the black leather are red marks from struggling. His wrists are cuffed behind his back, and a rose-shaped gag blocks the words in his throat, leaving only saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Since he’s lying face-down on the bed, the drool has soaked a small patch of the sheets. A deep red blindfold strips him of his vision. A famous writer once said that when sight is taken away, the other senses are heightened. So, Kalpas clearly hears Kevin’s footsteps as he enters. He writhes on the bed, trying to struggle, but with the gag’s restraint, he can only let out muffled, meaningless sounds. Kevin brings the rose close to Kalpas’s face, lightly tapping it against his cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Kalpas awkwardly shifts back on the bed, his hands behind him clenching tightly. He tries to curse in a normal tone, but the gag makes his words slurred, carrying an oddly alluring quality. Kevin pulls the chain attached to the collar, yanking him up to sit. Seeing him try to retreat, Kevin tugs harder, pulling Kalpas right in front of him. The clinking of the iron chain makes the small bell on it jingle with a crisp sound. The familiar sensation of his breath being constricted isn’t new, but it’s always effective in silencing Kalpas.
“…Calm down.”
Kalpas reluctantly turns his face, letting out a soft huff, but Kevin grabs his face, forcing it back, then shoves him backward. The cold touch from Kevin’s hand spreads to him, causing an inexplicable discomfort. His pupils shrink beneath the blindfold, instinct screaming at him to run, but he’s powerless, unable even to shout a “civilized” curse. Kevin casually picks up a utility knife from the bedside table, gliding it over Kalpas’s body, the faint scratches blending with old scars, creating a fragile, almost sickly aesthetic. After a while, Kalpas no longer feels the chill in front of him, replaced by a strange sense of emptiness that catches him off guard.
The knife easily slices through his tight clothing, leaving it in tatters.
“Ugh… Aah! Mm?”
The right nipple is suddenly pinched and pierced. Pain mixed with pleasure crashes into his nerves. Strange, so strange? It should only hurt. His hands behind him struggle, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably. Before he can recover, the left nipple is roughly grabbed, followed by the same mix of pain and pleasure. Though he doesn’t know what it is, the tension of the unknown makes him instinctively nervous. Kevin fastens the piercing, connecting a chain to it. The pierced nipple swells slightly, and when pulled, a bizarre pleasure surges again. Kalpas instinctively tries to pull back, but the chain on his chest is yanked, stimulating the nipple again, making it swell red. Perhaps due to the piercing technique, no blood seeps out. Kevin lifts the clothing over his chest, leaning down to bite into the plump pectoral muscle, gnawing and sucking, leaving red marks. Kalpas lets out suppressed moans from the corner of his mouth. Kevin pulls off Kalpas’s blindfold. The sunlight filtering through the window makes him squint uncomfortably. The dark circles under his eyes are tinged red, his upper lashes wet with tears, and the haze in his eyes masks his usual arrogance, leaving only a dazed, lustful expression.
“…Ugh? Mm!”
The ropes binding his body are cut, but the cuffs on his wrists and the chains on his ankles remain. So what? They don’t stop his legs from being spread apart. Kevin presses his knee against Kalpas’s thigh, forcing his legs wider. The faint pain drowns in pleasure, making him forget to resist. When the cold from Kevin’s fingertips reaches his lower body, he shudders slightly. Kevin gently opens Kalpas’s rear entrance, taking out a string of beads from the bag and aligning the smallest one with his hole. A light push, and the transparent, cold bead slips into the warm, wet flesh. Then the second, slightly larger bead is pushed in with some force, pulling the third along with it. Four beads remain outside his body. Kalpas takes a sharp breath. If they all go in… No, absolutely not. He clenches his fists. Kevin grabs the string’s end, pulling the third bead out. Wrapped in wet flesh, it exits with a “pop.” Kalpas closes his eyes, tilting his head back, the muscles in his neck stretching, shifting the collar upward. Kevin casually pulls the collar’s chain, yanking Kalpas’s upper body up, nuzzling his neck and inhaling deeply. The faint bitter orange scent is just like him. Kalpas squirms to avoid Kevin’s closeness, but Kevin suddenly bites his Adam’s apple, teeth grazing the skin, leaving a red mark with a deliberate nip before releasing. The attention just diverted is pulled back by a sharp pain below. The beads are strung together, and as the third is pushed back in, it drags half of the fourth along. With a little push, it sinks deep into the soft flesh. The fifth bead, the largest, is harder to insert. Kevin spreads Kalpas’s hole with two fingers, pushing the bead in, but Kalpas’s discomfort causes him to clench, forcing it out. Kevin pauses briefly, then pushes the sixth bead, rolling the others into the wet, hot flesh. The first bead already presses against his prostate, nudged back and forth by the others, grinding against that sensitive spot. Kalpas opens his mouth dazedly, saliva dripping from the corner, his beautiful green eyes trembling, low moans escaping his throat unmasked, exuding an alluring charm.
“Mm…! Ugh… Ha!”
Only one bead remains outside his rear, dangling at the entrance. Kevin strokes his lower abdomen as if to soothe him, then pushes the final bead in. The first bead presses hard against his prostate, followed by the others grinding over it, pulled out, hitting it again, then fully reinserted. Kevin’s hand blocks the entrance to keep them from slipping out, while his other hand grips Kalpas’s member, fingers teasing the tip’s opening, wiping away the leaking fluid. Two fingers spread the urethra. The rose, stripped of thorns, has only slight ridges. Kevin releases his hand, using his knee to hold the bead string’s end, then picks up the rose, grasping its stem’s base and forcing it into the urethra, an entrance not meant for such intrusion. Kalpas trembles violently, looking down in disbelief at Kevin’s actions, his eyes misty. The urethra, not designed for penetration, feels dry and agonizing. Yet Kevin seems oblivious, continuing to push the stem in. Kalpas struggles desperately to break free:
“Ha! Aah! Mm…”
He trembles uncontrollably, his lower body completely blocked. Kevin caresses the slight bulge on his abdomen, fingers subtly pressing down while his knee pushes the bead string’s end upward. Kalpas, exhausted, falls silent, closing his eyes in discomfort, tears seeping from the corners, his face flushed unnaturally. Kevin grabs his cheeks, kissing his lips, biting the lower lip without finesse, deliberately avoiding breaking the skin, frantically claiming his breath. When Kalpas struggles to breathe and tries to pull back, Kevin releases him, gently kissing away the tears at his eyes’ corners. Kevin stands, taking a rope from the bag, threading it between Kalpas’s legs, pressing over his front, tightening everything inside him, and tying it to the cuffs. Kevin lifts Kalpas, carrying him to the mirror and gently setting him down. The cold floor makes him shiver. Kevin pulls the collar’s chain, forcing him to look up. Seeing his red-marked reflection in the mirror, Kalpas immediately lowers his head, unwilling to look. Kevin pulls again, his voice soft:
“Happy Valentine’s Day… Look up.”
Forced to raise his head, Kalpas gives up, closing his eyes, letting Kevin pinch his cheeks. Kevin chuckles softly, releases him, and leaves the room. After Kevin’s departure, only Kalpas’s ragged breathing remains. After repeated orgasms without release, he can’t endure it anymore. Whether sobs or cries, sounds rare for him erupt. He’s like a dam broken, the hot fluids in his body unable to escape, surging up and being forced back. He trembles, sobbing and whimpering, the beads in his rear stimulating his deepest parts, his prostate relentlessly provoked. He nearly loses the ability to clench, his thighs twitching uncontrollably. Each climax makes him want to arch his head back to stretch his body, only to see his lascivious reflection in the mirror. Under the unrelenting assault of pleasure, he nearly loses his sanity.
After an unknown time, Kevin returns. He pulls the trembling Kalpas from the floor. Kalpas’s eyes are unfocused, devoid of sharpness. The rose on the gag is crushed. Kevin gently removes the gag. Free from restraint, Kalpas says nothing, only panting heavily, his mouth, forced open too long, barely parting. His eyes are red and swollen from crying too long. Kevin removes everything from his body, lifting him from the floor. Pulling out the rose stem, semen spills out unconsciously. The beads are fully extracted, and the blocked fluids flow from between his legs. Perhaps it was too much, but Kevin feels no guilt for the thought.
“Ha… Ha… Ugh, mm…”
His rear, toyed with relentlessly, is easily penetrated. Kevin lifts Kalpas, the movement pushing the objects inside deeper. The sensation of being penetrated isn’t much better than before. Kalpas hums faintly, reluctantly turning his face to avoid the mirror. Kevin grabs his cheeks, forcing him to turn back, pinching his chin to make him look up, gently wiping his tears.
“Don’t cry.”
Kalpas dazedly pushes Kevin, resisting his closeness, lips pursed without response. Kevin pulls out slightly, then thrusts back hard. Kalpas frowns, letting out a low moan. Kevin presses closer, pushing deeper, opening the colon’s entrance. Kalpas sobs, his front leaking clear fluid under the stimulation.
“Hng… Ugh… Mm!”
The sudden deep thrust catches Kalpas off guard, making him cry out, pleasure surging up his spine. Another climax hits, the intensity overwhelming him. Kevin bites his nape, thrusting into a new depth, hitting the searing flesh inside. Kalpas grips Kevin’s arm tightly, his increasingly rapid breathing making it hard to breathe. He frowns, tilting his head back, and Kevin leans down to kiss him, helping him regulate his breathing before pulling away, continuing to pound deep inside, finally releasing semen into him. After a dry orgasm, Kalpas closes his eyes and passes out. Kevin kisses his eye corner lightly, withdraws, and carries him to the bed.
“Good night.”