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It’s a startling sensation to wake up restrained.
It jars Kaveh in a way he’s not experienced before — the sleepiness pulled from him within seconds the moment he realizes he can’t move his wrists or legs. The rope is rough and piercing against his skin, wrapped around him in a way that’s suffocating and terrifying–makes him feel like he can’t breathe, can’t think .
He’s blinking himself awake, shifting in a way that’s futile as he tries to gather his bearings. His arms are locked behind his back, pressing into him uncomfortably as he lays flat against the concrete floor beneath him. The rope that keeps his wrists locked in place continues along the length of his arms, locking his arms against one another and folded at the elbow. Kaveh can’t see it properly, but can feel the rope wraps around his chest in what can only resemble a harness; lined around his chest and keeping his arms pressed firmly against his back. The final touch lays in the way the rope then slides around his neck, making it so that every movement pushes against his neck and chokes him slightly.
Similarly, his legs remain bent at the knees as well, rope around his thighs and calves to keep them locked in place.
Worst of all, two metal prongs pull at the sides of his lips; it keeps them firmly stretched and open and with no way to possibly close them.
Oh, that, and he’s completely naked.
And fuck—was that a dildo in his ass?
The panic really settles then. Kaveh feels his heart pound madly against his chest in full-blown terror, trying to recall how he ended up in this position. What was the last thing he remembered? He doesn’t remember anything out of the ordinary; he’d been mulling over some papers, as he usually was, thinking about what he would be having for dinner that night when… when Alhaitham had slipped into the room and…
And that’s it.
That’s the last thing Kaveh remembers.
Did that…
Eyes widening, Kaveh tries to glance around himself, the best he can without cutting off his airflow, trying to see what he can. It’s useless given the room is bathed in no light and Kaveh has no grasp of where he even is.
He tries to still, tries to listen for any noise that could tell him if Alhaitham was with him in the room. Had he been taken too? If so, was… he okay? Kaveh may pretend he hated the man, but he certainly didn’t wish any terrible fate on him. Especially not something as twisted as this. Whoever had taken him was obviously sick in the head, tying him up like this, stripping him of his clothes and defiling him. Kaveh swore the second he managed to break free, he’d pay this person back in full — even more if he’d done the same to Alhaitham.
With his mind spiraling of the worst thoughts, Kaveh is completely unprepared for the deafening boom of a door slamming shut. It makes him jump, not stupid enough to be oblivious to the state of vulnerability he was in. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see a damn thing either. The door slamming is followed by footsteps and Kaveh knows whoever it is is close but he can only make out a faint figure in the shadows.
Enraged and embarrassed, Kaveh starts screaming through his gag – it’s muffled and incoherent, not a single clear word escaping his pried lips but it doesn’t stop Kaveh. If anything, he figures he’ll annoy this sick fuck.
The footsteps grow nearer and Kaveh grows louder in response.
“Would you please shut up?”
All screams of defiance fall silent the second the voice speaks, Kaveh’s entire body stilling the second he registers the voice–it sounds oddly familiar. Very familiar . But Kaveh knows he must be imagining it because there’s no way the person who spoke is who he thinks it is.
Except it is, Kaveh finds out cruelly. Seconds later, the footsteps come to a stop directly in front of Kaveh and a light is turned on right above him, that has his eyes squeezing shut at the blinding brightness, but he doesn’t miss the familiar black and distinctable green that floods his senses. Blinking away the light, Kaveh slowly adjusts only for his heart to fall into the pit of his stomach at the sight of Alhaitham standing in front of him, in all his glory, staring down at Kaveh with that familiar expression of annoyance.
The disbelief is crushing and the reality is painful. There’s a brief, split second where Kaveh thinks that this is a misunderstanding and surely Alhaitham will move to untie him in a moment but Alhaitham doesn’t move and the expression of annoyance only moves to shift to a smirk as he takes all of Kaveh; unabashedly eyeing his nakedness.
“Shocked?” Alhaitham grins, quirking a cocky brow. “I guess you didn’t expect to see me.”
Kaveh lets out a scream, meaning to say some cruel profanity of an insult as his eyes blaze with fury up at Alhaitham; unfortunately, it sounds like nothing but futile cries of indignance and does nothing but pull a cruel chuckle from Alhaitham. Kaveh fights his restraints but the rope is tight and unrelenting and all he ends up causing himself to do is choke, trying to gasp for a breath through his gag.
Alhaitham kneels, gaze never wavering from Kaveh’s; “I would stay still if I was you. We wouldn’t want you hurting yourself, would we?”
If looks could kill, Alhaitham would be dead — unfortunately, the deadly glare Kaveh sends him does nothing.
“I understand you must be confused—” Kaveh sharply cuts him off with a gargled yell. Alhaitham simply blinks at him, waiting until he falls silent once more. Not wanting to but knowing it’s useless, Kaveh forces himself to remain silent, chest rising and falling rapidly in rage. “ But I promise this will feel good.”
Alhaitham’s word flood with Kaveh with dread, even more than he’d felt before. His nakedness becomes abundantly clear then, the feeling of the dildo in his ass present and uncomfortable and even as Kaveh presses his legs together, he knows that it’s useless and the fact that he’s completely naked is plain as day.
He’s confused and lost and hurt. Although things had happened between him and Alhaitham and they spent more time arguing nowadays than being civil with each other, Kaveh never would’ve expected Alhaitham to ever do such a cruel thing to him. He’s scared, which is hard enough to admit and realize, and for the first time, he’s genuinely scared of Alhaitham’s intentions.
The whimper that escapes his lips the second Alhaitham pulls his legs apart is against his will, and he hates how vulnerable he feels.
“Don’t look at me like that, Kaveh,” Alhaitham sighs and Kaveh is bewildered by his ability to act like Kaveh is the one in the wrong. His hands remain pressed against his skin and Kaveh feels it crawl as Alhaitham’s regrettably soft and warm hands slip along the length of his thighs all the way to his inner thigh, and hovers close to his privates.
He lets out a cry but Alhaitham just shakes his head.
“I bet you’ve never been touched down here, yeah?” Alhaitham whispers, breath baiting and husky and Kaveh watches carefully as he pulls his right hand from his thigh and lowers it to a point Kaveh can’t see.
He jumps the second Alhaitham grabs the dildo in his ass, body tensing and limbs fighting against his restraints. Alhaitham’s eyes instantly raise to meet his own, looking downright sinful as he peers at him from inbetween his forcibly parted legs and then, slowly, pulls. Kaveh’s eyes bulge, choking as he pulls against the rope on his neck, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was one thing to have the dildo in his ass and another for it to be moving, feeling himself twitch and instinctively clench his hole.
It’s weird and strange but Alhaitham doesn’t stop, moving slow and eyes watching Kaveh closely. Kaveh feels his toes curl and his body bend, face growing red as he struggles to breathe.
“Relax,” Alhaitham guides, “you’ll choke yourself.”
Kaveh can’t listen. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt and Alhaitham, despite his words, doesn’t stop, pulling and pulling until he can feel the tip of the dildo at the edge of his rim.
But nothing, nothing could’ve prepared him for the sensation when Alhaitham proceeds to shove the dildo right back in his ass without warning. It hurts, stretches, goes right to his core and has him twitching and pulling in his restraints; choking and coughing as drool pours from his lips and slides down his chin.
And yet, in the strangest way, he feels his dick harden in response.
His face is hot, eyes blurring and then Alhaitham is pressing his hand firm against his stomach, pushing.
“Relax,” he repeats, this time harsher– firmer . “Relax. You need to breathe.”
He hates listening to Alhaitham, especially after this, but Kaveh knows he’s right (even if at the route of it all, it’s his fault). He’s choking and he can’t breathe, coughing and slobbering all over himself so Kaveh forces himself to fall back against the floor, releasing the strain around his throat and gulps what air he can through his stretched lips.
“There you go,” Alhaitham coos and the sound is blurring to Kaveh. “That’s a good boy.”
And Kaveh wants to cry. This whole situation is so jarring he isn’t even sure if he’s properly caught on to what’s happening yet. It’s not just being tied up and violated, it’s the added combination of it being someone he’d considered a friend–his best friend even if he’d never say the words–doing it to him. Violating him, raping him, and then praising him with sickening and faux-soothing words that make him feel sick and disgusting.
But he won’t. He won’t give Alhaitham the satisfaction.
He refuses to cry.
“Did that feel good?” Alhaitham asks, pulling Kaveh from his thoughts. “Hmm?”
Somewhat dulled, Kaveh doesn’t hesitate to glare right back at Alhaitham’s gaze.
Sighing, Alhaitham shakes his head; “I want this to feel good.”
Disgusted, Kaveh attempts to jut his leg out at Alhaitham – it does nothing but basically press against him and it’s frustrating in a way words could never explain.
Alhaitham’s gaze, just faintly, darkens with Kaveh reluctance to cooperate.
“I’ll make it feel good,” he threatens, “you’ll see. I’ll make it feel so good you won’t be able to experience pleasure quite like it ever again. And eventually, you’ll be begging me to make you feel this way every day.”
Kaveh just narrows his eyes, violently shifting in his binds.
Alhaitham doesn’t say anything and Kaveh watches him closely, anxious for what he’s going to do. Part of him wants him to get up and walk away, even if that means he’ll be left here tied up, as long as he just doesn’t have to see Alhaitham’s face anymore. But, of course, that isn’t what happens. Alhaitham shuffles back a little, but then he’s leaning further down and Kaveh watches with wide, panicked eyes as he reaches for his cock, his lithe, long fingers grabbing it by the base.
It pulls a gasp from Kaveh, trying to squirm away from his touch but Alhaitham just uses his free hand to press his right leg firmly against the ground, leaving him tilted and bent awkwardly.
Blinking through the panic, Kaveh watches with disbelief as Alhaitham, wordlessly, leans forward, lips parting, before his lips wrap around the tip of his length completely. It’s hot and overwhelming, the sight of Alhaitham’s mouth around his own cock combined with the feeling overriding Kaveh’s senses as Alhaitham squeezes his cock by the hand all whilst shoving Kaveh further down his throat.
The pleasure is undeniable then. The cry that leaves Kaveh’s lips is choked and gasped, hoarse as the sensation takes him and holds him hostage.
Alhaitham holds him in his mouth for a moment or two, his hot and warm mouth swallowing Kaveh completely while keeping the firm grip with the hand and never wavering.
And when he pulls away, Kaveh hates the way he mourns the loss.
It isn’t for long, though, because before he can comprehend what had just happened, Alhaitham is licking along the length of his cock, from the bottom to his tip that drips with precum, bright red and his entire length rock hard. He’s slow and sensual, the look in his eyes something Kaveh never would’ve thought he’d see, his stare hot and heavy as Kaveh gasps and squirms in his confines. He’s entirely defenceless to stop it, to even beg him to stop, or to fight the pleasure that builds as a result and swallows him whole.
When Alhaitham reaches the top, he pulls away, grinning sinfully and laughs at the flush across Kaveh’s cheeks and the heat in his gaze mixed with hatred.
“You feel that?” Alhaitham whispers, reaching forward to brush a strand of Kaveh’s blonde hair out of his face, fingers ghosting across the soft skin of his cheek. Kaveh just shakes his head, trying to pull away without choking himself. “How good I can make you feel, Kaveh?”
Letting out a growl, Kaveh fights his restraints in denial.
Sighing, Alhaitham shakes his head. “I had hoped to reward you,” he says with a frown, pulling away to Kaveh’s — brief — relief. “But if you’re going to continue to be defiant, I’ll show you what happens when pets like you can’t learn to behave.”
Alhaitham is standing without another word, and Kaveh watches him with barely bated breath. He can barely focus on the fact he just called him a ‘pet’, Kaveh’s mind running rampant with the echo of his words repeating in his mind. Alhaitham moves further into a room, an area without light and Kaveh is left to his own worrying thoughts at what Alhaitham’s words could’ve meant, trapped and unable to move.
He hears Alhaitham shuffle, the sound of him searching through things distinctive and the cold sense of dread that fills Kaveh makes him feel like he could throw up.
Two minutes later, Alhaitham returns with something black and leather.
Instantly, Kaveh’s flight instinct kicks in — knowing that it can mean nothing good — and tries to use the tips of his toes to push himself away from Alhaitham. He’s sure he looks like a fool, squirming and flopping on the ground like some fish out of water but he hardly has the mind to care; the only thought behind how desperate he is to get away.
He barely makes it an inch.
Alhaitham falls to his knees in front of him once more, forcing his legs apart none-too-gently and then grabs Kaveh by his cock again. He works quickly, barely giving Kaveh a chance to catch up on what’s happening before he feels the leather against the sensitive skin of his dick. Alhaitham slides it on, pushing it completely down with his free hand and even looping a length of it down to his balls, before clasping it around and leaving it firmly in place.
Confused and bewildered, Kaveh stares at his erect dick now covered in a harness of sorts, it uncomfortably tight, piercing into his balls. It pinches in places he’s never experienced, and it’s a constant pressure around his length.
“It’ll stop you from cumming,” Alhaitham explains at Kaveh’s confused and terrified expression. “I’m gonna make you come from your ass but you won’t be able to ejaculate with that on. We’ll see how ungrateful you are when the desperate need to cum overwhelms you with no relief.”
Kaveh lets out a scream, cursing Alhaitham through gargled and humiliating cries that simply make Alhaitham scoff. His futile fighting does nothing and before he even has a second to realize what’s happening, there’s a vibration building in his ass. Kaveh’s eyes widen as the dildo in his ass suddenly vibrates and squirms inside of him, pressing into him and leaving him desperate to get away from the feeling with no reprieve.
Up until today, Kaveh had never had anything in his ass, let alone something that vibrated. Alhaitham starts it off slowly but by the second he turns up the speed, the loud sound of it vibrating mixing with the sound of Kaveh’s mewls from behind his gag. He can feel the rope against his neck digging in, surely leaving a mark, and he’s coughing in the mix of his moans, twisting his wrists enough to give rope burn.
“That's it, Kaveh,” Alhaitham mumbles as he presses a kiss to Kaveh’s inner thigh. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
Head slamming against the floor, Kaveh feels the pleasure build, a fire squirming at his core.
His eyes twist shut, feeling the tears well and desperate to not let them fall.
He doesn’t see or hear Alhaitham move, doesn’t even realize he has until he feels himself being lifted off the cold, hard concrete ground and pressed against a firm chest. He squirms, tries to break away, but Alhaitham holds tight, arms curling around him and pressing flat against his stomach. The intensity is too much, the vibes combined with the feeling of hands pressed against his sweaty and sensitive skin and Kaveh bends, cutting his airway off as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
He’s faced with Alhaitham’s smiling face and he’s disgusted that he’s finding pleasure in this.
The pleasure tenses and the fire burns, but the release of cumming never cums.
Alhaitham must see the look on Kaveh’s face, because his hand drifts across his toned stomach, stopping right by his cock and pokes at it teasingly.
“How does it feel?” He hisses into Kaveh’s ear, hot and warm against his burning face. “To have the intense pleasure of cumming with no release? Does it burn? Does it hurt?”
It does, Kaveh realizes pathetically. It aches with a pain he’s never experienced.
He wants to cum.
He really wants to cum.
Through the disgust at himself and the betrayal of Alhaitham, Kaveh’s muscles hurt as they tense and his legs spasm and that burning pleasure sits at the base of his cock unable to provide any relief to himself.
“Hah!” He gasps through his gag, “ hah !”
Lifting his hand, Kaveh feels he might lose his mind the second Alhaitham takes his nipples in between his fingers and twists. His skin is on fire, sensitive, intensified by everything, and the feeling of his nipples being pinched and pulled and twisted as he feels like he’s mad with desperation for release. The burn is blinding, spots flooding his vision as Alhaitham continues with his ministrations, slow, cruel movements of pleasure and dedication being given to every reactive part of him.
“Agh!” He gasps, feeling any resolve he had slowly slipp away.
“Does it hurt?” Alhaitham whispers, “do you want to cum, Kaveh?”
He nods, despite himself, and then, suddenly, Alhaitham’s hands leave his nipples and fall to his face. He grabs the prongs prying Kaveh’s lips apart and takes them off, the relief instant as Kaveh coughs, choking on his spit and trying to gasp for air. Wordlessly, Alhaitham pushes him by the chest down, relieving the strain against his throat, and holds him as Kaveh desperately tries to gasp for and catch his breath.
He gives him a moment before grabbing him sharply by the jaw, twisting his neck back so Kaveh is faced with Alhaitham and only him.
“ I want you to beg. ”
And his words hang in the air — despite everything, Kaveh hears it loud and clear. And the look in Alhaitham’s face is undeniable.
The words slip past his lips before he can think straight, that last fire of defiance still kicking; “go fuck yourself.”
Alhaitham just looks disappointed, tsking and shaking his head at Kaveh before he lets go of his jaw and grabs his nipples once more. This time Alhaitham is harsher, pinch tighter and he pulls hard and relentlessly, keeping his nipples stretched and yanked as Kaveh gasps.
“ Fuck !”
“I can make it all stop,” Alhaitham recalls cruelly, voice taunting. “You know what you have to do to make it stop.”
He gives a tug to each nipple for extra emphasis and finally, finally, the tears in Kaveh’s eyes boil over as the pain and pleasure of it all becomes too much. He’d been trying so hard to stay strong, to hold true to himself. Been trying to hold back the humiliation of everything, the sting of betrayal that made his heart ache. He tried to stay deviant and brave and strong, but the need to cum is becoming blinding. He wants to cum, he… he wants more .
The realization comes with a sickening dullness–just brief and it’s gone in a second. But still, his giving up repeats in his mind cruelly.
He wants release and pleasure.
He can’t bare to care if it’s from Alhaitham anymore–if it’s forced against him.
The sensations are debilitating and as the tears stream down his cheeks, mixing with his snot and drool, Kaveh realizes he’s past caring anymore.
Anything to feel release.
“ Please !” He gasps, voice hoarse and piercing, a squeal that breaks past his lips before he can change his mind and suffer more. “Please! Alhaitham! Please let me cum! I… I, hah , I need to cum. I- ugh -want to cum! Puh- Please !”
Instantly the pressure is gone from his red and blistering nipples, Alhaithams palms pressing against his skin in a way that is entirely too comforting and warming in light of everything.
Alhaitham’s face hovers over Kaveh’s once more, and his face is patient and kind which is jarring against everything he’s made Kaveh endure since he woke up. “You want to cum?”
Kaveh is nodding erratically, gone. “Yes, yes! Please– fuck ! I need it! I need to cum! I’m beggin you! I’ll… I’ll be good, I promise…!” The end of his beg comes out in gasping, broken cries.
“That’s a good boy,” Alhaitham soothes, brushing hair from his sweat-soaked forehead. Kaveh hates the way his words flood him with an instant relief and the happiness he feels bloom through him at them. “I’ll make it all better. I promise.”
He shifts, moving so he can lean forward. Kaveh twitches and squirms in his lap, watching with anticipation as Alhaitham unclasps the leather from around Kaveh’s balls and pulls it up and off. The relief of pressure is instant and Kaveh feels that blinding white pleasure bubble over, ecstasy flooding everyone of his senses as his eyes roll back and his mouth lulls open, hot, white cum squirting from his tip and coating his stomach. He squirms when Alhaitham wraps his hand around his length and pumps him through his orgasm, using his own cum as a lube to slip his hand up and down.
It’s relieving in a way he’d never would be able to explain and an orgasm so blindingly pleasurable he’d never thought possible.
His muscles ache and twitch as the ecstasy fades and as he comes down from his orgasm, his juices slide down the crevice of his ass and with a little guidance from Alhaitham the dildo slips from his ass, wet and still vibrating as it falls against the ground.
Kaveh can feel his asshole twitch, unused to the emptiness, as he slowly gathers his senses.
Breathless, chest heaving and body sore, Kaveh’s eyes blink up to meet Alhaitham’s own waiting ones. With a broken, desperate voice, all he can manage from exhaustion is to mutter quietly; “why?”
And Alhaitham simply smiles in a way that is haunting and terrifying;
“Because why not?”