Henry turned his face away, biting his lip to stifle the shameful sounds threatening to escape.

Diois, noticing the lack of response, left Henry’s chest and moved back up, his hand gripping Henry’s neck.

He whispered with a dangerous edge, "Look at me."

Henry stubbornly turned his head to the other side, refusing to meet his gaze. But Diois grabbed his face again, his grip firm.
"Henry... You know I don’t like repeating myself. Look. At. Me." Each word carried a heavy warning.

Slowly, reluctantly, Henry opened his eyes and met Diois’s dark, possessive stare. "You’re mine. Understood? Only mine."

Did Henry have any choice?
No. He was already at the edge, with nowhere to turn.
Defeated, he gave a slight nod, and a look of satisfaction crept onto Diois’s face.

Diois trailed open-mouthed kisses across Henry’s body.
"Look at you, so eager," he whispered, his gaze lingering on Henry’s hard dick. But Henry felt only shame and disgust at Diois's words, his eyes closing tightly in an attempt to shut out the humiliation.

Diois claimed Henry's mouth again, one hand torturing his nipple while the other massaged his dick.

His hand slid lower, finding its way to Henry’s ass. A tremor ran through Henry's body as Diois's fingers brushed his entrance.

"Relax... you need to loosen up," Diois whispered softly, his voice smooth as silk, calming Henry’s racing heart despite his rising panic.

Diois slowly pushed a finger inside, making Henry jolt from the sudden sensation. But Diois held him in place, gently moving his finger in and out. Then, without warning, he added two more fingers, causing Henry to whimper in pain.

The stretch was intense, bordering on unbearable, yet somehow his body betrayed him again, craving more of the strange, overwhelming feeling.

After a few moments, Diois withdrew his fingers, and Henry let out a shaky breath of relief.

"Relax... alright? I’m going in," Diois murmured against Henry’s lips, his voice deceptively soothing.

He didn’t stop kissing Henry, keeping him anchored in place as the tension grew heavier in the air.

Diois positioned himself at the entrance of Henry's body.

Henry's muscles tensed as he felt the warmth of Diois against him. Sensing Henry's unease, Diois gently caressed his face and whispered, “Just relax.”

Henry's heart raced with fear. He knew this would hurt, but he had no idea how much.

He wasn't sure if he could endure it. As Diois began to enter him, Henry's entire body twitched in sharp pain.

Diois straightened up, gripping Henry's body with one hand while placing the other on his waist. Finally, he thrust inside in one quick movement, showing no gentleness at all.

"Ahh....it hurts..... stop"

Diois didn't give Henry a moment to adjust; he immediately began to move his hips.

At first, it was slow, but then he quickly increased his speed, thrusting hard and fast into Henry.

Each movement was ruthless just like him, and Henry felt as if he was being torn apart.

The pain was so intense that tears streamed down his face as he cried out, "It hurts... please... stop!"

But Diois ignored him.  Diois drove himself forward with all his strength, pushing so deep that there was no space left between them—they were completely connected, their bodies pressed together with not even a gap between them.

Henry had gone through many struggles in life, suffering wounds and hardships that had left him scarred, but none of that compared to what he was feeling now—this overwhelming pain.

"Just wait a little longer; you'll feel better," Diois said. He leaned down, kissing Henry as he continued to thrust inside him, filling him completely.

Henry's cries were muffled by Diois's mouth, and his tears soaked into the pillow beneath him.

All Henry could feel was pain—sharp and unbearable. He thought he might die at any moment as Diois maintained his relentless pace.

Henry lost track of time, his last memory being the speed of Diois's thrusts. He didn’t know when he passed out.

When Henry regained consciousness, he found himself sprawled on the bed, drenched in sweat and utterly disoriented.

His mind felt hazy, struggling to grasp the present. Slowly, he tried to pry his eyes open, but the harsh sunlight flooding through the window stung his eyes, forcing him to squint.

A dull, pounding headache throbbed in his skull, and as his awareness sharpened, the full weight of what had happened the night before crashed over him.

Every muscle in his body ached, sharp jolts of pain reminding him of the previous night’s events.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and soon, they silently streamed down his face. Wiping at them with shaky hands, Henry attempted to sit up, but the moment he lifted his head, a wave of dizziness knocked him back down.

He groaned, pressing his head against the pillow, staring blankly at the empty room. Diois was gone. The space felt eerily quiet, amplifying the anger and disgust churning inside him.

He probably left after taking what he wanted.

The thought twisted like a knife in his chest, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill.

Henry was used to crying alone—it had become a sad, constant part of his life—but this time felt worse.

He had convinced himself that the pain of the past was behind him, that he wouldn’t be dragged down again. Yet here he was, suffocating under the weight of something far more crushing than he ever imagined.

With a labored breath, Henry forced himself into a sitting position, his heart racing as he tried to steady himself.

His body trembled, not just from physical exhaustion but from the emotional turmoil overwhelming him. He wanted nothing more than to disappear, to escape this unbearable reality.

After what felt like an eternity, he managed to stand, his legs shaky and weak beneath him. He didn’t bother covering himself as he staggered towards the bathroom, every step sending sharp pains through his body.

His vision blurred, his head spinning with each step. The pounding headache was relentless, almost unbearable.

Once inside the bathroom, Henry collapsed under the cold spray of the shower, his body trembling as the water poured over him.

He sat there, shivering on the cold tiles, trying in vain to wash away the memories, the pain, and the violation that clung to him. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing could erase the overwhelming sense of loss and helplessness he felt,  nothing could cleanse him of what he felt inside.

When Henry tried to open his eyes, his eyelids felt impossibly heavy, refusing to lift. Darkness wrapped around him once again, pulling him deeper into its suffocating embrace.

He felt himself slipping, losing control as the weight of exhaustion and pain dragged him under. Just before he completely surrendered to the black void, he thought he heard something—a voice, faint and distant, calling his name.

But he wasn't sure. It felt like a dream, a fleeting illusion. After all, there was no one who would come to rescue him from this pain. No one ever had.

In the enveloping darkness, Henry felt a gentle caress, a warmth that brought a sense of peace he had been yearning for so long. Instinctively, he nuzzled closer, craving the comfort that surrounded him, as if it could drown out all the pain.

He felt a protective embrace encircling him, making him feel safe and free from harm. Familiar scents filled his lungs, wrapping around him like a soothing blanket. With a soft blink, he slowly opened his eyes.

At first, all he could see was a blinding whiteness. As his vision began to clear, he lifted his gaze and froze, as if ice had gripped his very core. Diois was there, lying next to him, his arm holding Henry tightly. The warmth of Diois’s palm jolted Henry back to reality, and he realized he had forgotten to breathe, his face draining of color.

"You woke up? How are you feeling now?" Diois asked softly, his voice a soothing balm.

Before Henry could respond, Diois gently placed a kiss on his forehead and hopped off the bed. "You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat."