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🎭The call🎭

The room is dark,too dark. And the only light shining in, is reflection of some streetlight from outside world, string like thin, playing like a wriggling white snake on the almost black floor, while escaping through the minor gap between the pleats of the long thick grey curtains.

Well, It's too dark inside, but it's not too quiet .

Filled with moans and groans of two naked bodies tussling on bed. The one thrusting in doesn't want to stop. The one receiving the pleasures, is beyond spent.

His every nerve end set on fire, the tanned body tightly holding onto him from back, the ripped lithe but muscled arms grasping his hips, spreading them apart, as the hard insatiable length goes in and out in a maddening frenzy and pace.

The tight grasp sure to leave bruises but the man behind, is driven by erotic possession tonight. Heeding no rational train of lovemaking.

" next time don't forget who you belong to, phi Arthit."

Arthit can only softly grunt and moan..as his erect saluting length,ready to burst, is again pinched at the base , preventing him from cumming. Edging him closer but not letting him to spill.

Kong's strong arms supporting his wobbly shivering on four body. His face dripping sweat, his hair matted. Atleast the younger mercifully has taken off his ball gag. His ass but raised high, with his hands still remains tied to the bed headboard.

His mouth is turned to meet the possessive hungry lion's as the tongue plunders the cavern, followed by words hummed to his bruised, licked, thoroughly kissed lips.

" you.. belong.. to ..me.. only ..me. never ever avoid me..Again.. say yes Arthit."

Each command, each word matching with his roll of hips, the length moving back and forth through the sucking hole in the back, leaving the pale man gasping and muttering an almost inaudible "yes"

"Louder phi"
The younger commands with a brutal thrust. Just there, it hits, plummeting upon his itching over sensitised centre.

" arghh" no he can't say, no words escape him. Only his toes curl, his stomach again knots knowing he is again, oh so close.

But Kong is not toppling him over. Denying him with his hold over the swollen shaft. Though his possessive lover has already marked his body in everyway he could. Almost devouring him like predator to his pray. Yet his fill remains unfulfilled.

This is there how many rounds? Arthit can safely say,he has completely lost count through the haze of their wild bondage play,their reconciliation sex.

He grunts and groans as the younger's lips nibble,bite,suckle and go down with every thrust. With every bite every lick, he makes the writhing begging mess in front of him, a canvas for his whimsical passionate painting.

As he pierces Arthit's well abused nerve bundle, repeatedly, in a punishingly drawn out hard thrusts, the elder again somehow voices

" pls.. Pls.. ahhh..Kong..lemme pls."

A loud mobile ring shatters his pleading moans, he gasps as he recognises the number. Why did he keep the mobiles so near? Why Kongpob didn't threw it far away? Why is she calling again?
The myriad thoughts break with a deep thrust bulls eye to his prostate.

" Moree....no....more..yes's.. there... Nahhh"
he doesn't know what he really mumbles or wants off the younger,the possessive punishment to continue or to end. To forget the call or to remember it! Every detail of the hurt, betrayal, guilt and pain.

" Fuck no phi. What are you doing? Stay with me. "
Kong thrusts rapidly in and out, desperately wanting his lover to not get distracted from their bubble. Their escape from the daunting reality. The Escape he ardently seeks.

" Arghh,ahhh, ..pls."
Arthit incoherently mumbles and moans again, when the length jabs at his prostate and presses onto there, not even bothering to move or withdraw from the tight hole.

Kong stilling inside his phi's clenching unclenching puckered lube cum soaked hole. Panting hard like a man running marathon. The length throbs inside, relishing the tight warmth, which he was missing for two whole weeks, after that fateful night.

But Kongpob just can't trust his eyes on what happens next . Arthit uses his elbow to press on the device. When had he got the damn mobile near his pillow! Didn't Kong just threw it away, unceremoniusly on the floor before they began, with their dumped clothes!

Arthit, but listens to the frantic voice, screaming in agony.

" Arthit come right now.. Arthit are you listening. Arthit, you promised you be there for me. You owe me!"

The said man can only bite his lower lip hard, drawing out blood, not daring to answer. But he has to .

" I have to answer .. her .. Kong.. arghhhh.." the length draws back, to plunge in harshly, to touch his throbbing prostate again.

" I .. will .. hhhahave tooo."

The elder jolts, as the younger spreads his hips apart more, his length angle changing and hitting him harsher,deeper; his body wants to escape but his traitorous ass moves back, tightening onto the length, wanting more. Craving the end, the bliss of climax. The yearning of breaking apart, embraced in his lover's arms. The warmth he had been missing. The crippling doubts he desperately wants to erase within his heart.

Their promise of togetherness, able to silence her pitiful sobs, ringing in his ears, her reproaching tones. Her never ending guilt tripping. Just like both of their non compromising parents.

The cage of nothingness beckoning him. But his lover's possesion saving him for now.

" No you don't have to. She is .. no one. I am here, we are together, and we are one right now. Me,pls concentrate on me. And us. On Now. "..

Kong whispers the words, as his lips glide over the elder's spine and settle at the base of it, nibbling sending sparks straight to his groin and his throbbing erected rod, full with cum. Ready to burst. Tears spring upon the doe eyes, accepting his fate as he somehow hoarsely replies.

" I.. I .. no.. not.. uhhh."
Kong digs deeper, biting the satin smooth skin of the shoulder, as Arthit just can't stop the ecstatic moan from escaping.. A sharp slap lands on his jiggling bottom. Drowning out the voice. Sending electric spark like sensations straight to his ass upto the tip of his throbbing rod.

" Arthit. come immediately. You can't ignore me. My call ."

" no.. I .. I."

He somehow turns back his head , his doe eyes brimming with pearls pleading Kongpob for letting him finish his words or cut the call or make him forget it all.. Kong smirks .. a dominant smirk not lost even in dark to Arthit. As he sighs to his fate, the length withdraws halfway, ready to lodge in again..as lips decorate his back, his bottom..and fingers play with his nipple, tugging and teasing them.

" I am not coming."

And the elder can only hurriedly vomit his words out and bite his lips hard this time able to muffle his scream, as Kong releases his pinched length, in exact tandem with his final plunder at a frenzied pace, chasing the younger's own culmination.

The phone gets somewhere thrown on the bed,lost, as he grunts and cums, falling plastered onto the back of the already almost passed out pale man on the sweat drenched, untidy shambled bed sheets, with his reddened tied hands ..

The muffled voice though still calling out from the phone. The call never ending in his ringing ears.. coursing through his satiated body.

" Arthit are you there .. Arthit. Help. You promised you will help."

Fuelling the sadness, and helplessness of the possessive nong to his phi, as he senses the pale man still trying to move his head, definitely searching for the voice, the call..

" Ok, you want to go to her? You promised her right? But tonight, I will be the one to drop you to her home. I am your understanding boyfriend after all."

The subtle nonchalant voice of the younger to his right ear, sending shivers through the pale skinned tired mess.

Arthit wants to say no. He wants to say, Kong shouldn't get involved in this mess. He is better off without him.

On the other hand he doesn't want to let go. He wants to ask the younger's reason to break his trust. Make doubt to creep in their fairy tale like concrete relationship . And deep in his heart he knows, he wants Kong's help to get out from this mess that he had landed into. And immediately anger and an immense guilt had plagued him. Incited and ignited higher, every time by her call.

He had thus, avoided Kong for two weeks, plagued with self lags, remorse and regrets. After that night, that changed it all.

But the younger had other plans. When being evaded by him for whole two weeks, . Not picking up calls, avoiding basic communications. Kong had literally abducted Arthit from his office success party .

And carried him back to his apartment. Tried to make him say everything what was bothering him, trying to explain his side too, too many things which were breaking them apart. Pushing them away.

But soon, the lust,the pain of separation, had overriden, taken control over the required open sane discussion. With the younger proceeding to gag and restrain him. Making him remember with each passing hour of passionate coupling, who he was trying to forget, his very soul. His Kongpob.

Marking and etching himself onto him,in every way. The pleasure punishment stating clearly, Arthit is his only his. And he..his phi's.

So the hidden hurt in the pretend nonchalance of the younger's voice doesn't escape Arthit too . He desperately wants to shout tonight, that she doesn't matter, it's always him.. only him.. but he Doesn't. He just couldn't. And he also doesn't ask..did she, Kong's date that night. What did she mean to him? Why did he go? Is he at last bending on to his parental whim.

Instead as Kongpob unties his hand, and cleans his body with a warm damp cloth, Arthit keeps listening to the voice calling onto him. How can he ignore. She has been constant through his turmoil and distress. A Distraught young woman wronged by him.

As Kong makes him wear his shorts and t-shirt, with utmost gentleness, like the understanding soul he is, followed by downing his own, Arthit's trembling bruised hand, thus picks up phone and places the call to his right ear.

The woman on the other side, frantically still going on rambling about fever, her unresponsive brother and sheer ungratefulness of Arthit. Almost like his mom cribbing about his dad's failing health, blaming everything on him. Or like Kong's dad calling him selfish for trapping his brilliant son.

Kong's hooded eyes watching his every move, taking in his slow moving sore body, his tired blood shot eyes, even in the dark.

" I am coming in ten minutes."
Kong's heart breaks with his phi's every word. But he stills himself,takes a deep calming breath, before articulating his words carefully.

" let's go, She is waiting.But for how long phi. Why don't you agree to see the therapist like phi Knott suggested. She is messing with your head. That girl, you answer to, she is not your responsibility phi."

Kongpob asks cupping his cheeks. His blazing onyx eyes meeting the tear glazed brown ones. Dulled, dimming. The shadows underneath the elder's eyes visible even in this dark, by their closest proximity. Kong's fingers trace those, as his other finger caresses the tear streaked cheeks. Wiping the trickling droplets.

" You also believe I am making everything up? Even now after you have heard the ring? The call from her. And how can I ignore her Kong? It was my car Kongpob. It was me driving drunk out of my wits. Because of you.. And she has her critical brother at home. So, As long as it takes."

No call came phi, Kongpob wants to say, but he knows the moment he says that, Arthit will stop opening up to him. Cut him off again. Just like he had done to his friends,his office colleagues.

The most frustating part he can't even contact Arthit's parents for help with their son's spiralling mental health. The couple is dealing with their own issues with Arthit father's own declining medical problems. And their stoic unmoving age old attitude about them, similar to Kong's own parents.

"phi, I beleive you. The accident, the incidents that followed. Everything. But it was not your fault. You already said, she came in front of your car from nowhere. You said you were ready to pay for her medical expenses. You said you tried to get her to the best of doctor. She can't keep on bothering you. And you can't continue being at her beck and call. This is insane. It's almost 2am."

" But I also told you Kong,how she is all alone in her house. A young helpless woman. How her brother keeps on getting this high fevers. How she can ruin my future by dragging me to court, but she chose not to.
Because I was the one intoxicated and I was driving Kongpob. And I hit her,made her bleed. Thankfully it was just cuts, a severe leg sprain and bruises."

Arthit can't even shout. He is beyond drained . His voice is hoarse, his everything hurts. Something tells him to hurry. He is wasting time.

" She can't prove anything in court. Don't you hear yourself phi. You sound ridiculous!"

Kong almost shouts out in frustation,but seeing Arthit's vacant glazed eyes looking at the Mobile unblinkingly again. He stops. May be this will be better. Clamping up and Following Arthit tonight. Rather than confronting him. May he can get a understanding or make sense out of what really happened to his perfectly sane, level headed boyfriend in matter of merely two weeks.

His delusions increasing everyday according to his colleagues and friends; their personal bond almost threatning to snap and break..

No..once and for all. Tonight Kongpob will see where he goes sneaking out. The younger decides stoically.

When Knott had informed him about this sneaking out Arthit had started doing, two night's before. Which the gentle giant has accidentally discovered while trying to check on Arthit and finding his apartment empty. And then discovering the said man coming back from god knows where in the wee hours of morning. Tired, and even blood stains on his shirt with no explanation whatsoever and stone cold silence. Admixed with him even having started skipping work.

Multiple Red flags have immediately gone up in Kong's head.

Kong had literally dumped his all efforts of mending bridges, and clearing misunderstandings like healthy couples do and insisted on almost kidnapping his elusive phi, from the office party.

And tomorrow he will surely drag him to a psychiatrist. He vouches. This has to end.

" Kong she needs me. I need to go. See? She is calling again."

" Yes,yes.. I can understand. let's go."

" You can't come. She says she hates men. She has been through a lot."

Kong doesn't like the soft enthralled tone in Arthit's voice for the unknown woman, like he actually cares for that stranger's feelings. Her well being.

" I will just wait outside. You can't drive in this state phi. You are sore. You needed to rest."

He pecks the swelled lips gently and sighs in relief as Arthit responds back immediately, closing his curled eye lashes, apparently soaking their feeling of togetherness. As Kong deepens the innocent peck.

But soon, he is being pushed awry, albeit rudely,and his evasive phi is sprinting out of the door, followed by a befuddled Kong, pursuing him.

Thankfully he reaches before Arthit can get in the car and drive off. And he pulls him into his hug, desperately trying to entrap him and his warmth, his loosing oon..

" I told you I am driving. Guess my phi needs more punishments. He is becoming too fiesty and disobedient. And keeps on running away from me."

Arthit blushes, pinching Kong's heart. His rosy cheeks, the innocent dimpled smile has always been his greatest weakness. Not to mention the elder's soft tender caring nature under a grumpy facade.

The younger's muddled brain doesn't understand this ups and downs of the elder's sanity. The swinging of mood, the path of Arthit' mind, traversing between reality and delution.

They just drive silently afterwards, as Kong diligently observers, how they have reached quite far out of the humdrum, high-rise filled city. The houses are sparsed, the neighborhood dark, deplided.

" Thats her house."
Arthit makes him stop in front of a two storied house in shambles.. broken gate,a bushy unkempt garden in front, no light. It looks abandoned.

" I am going in with you. Does anybody even live here?"
Kong utters shocked. Grasping Arthit's depth of illusion and altered reality. Feeling apprehensive, afraid, sadness.. a myriad of painful emotions and watching the hint of madness lingering in those brown beautiful eyes. As his phi speaks in hushed tone. Like he is trying to tell a secret.

" Yes. She does with her brother. No you are not coming. No way. Stay put, I will be back soon. If ambulance Is required you can call, if I message you. She will not allow me, she doesn't allow me. Wait here, don't come inside. Promise. Can I trust you. Pls say yes. "

" Yes phi..but phi we need to speak. Listen that night as I was telling you."
But Arthit doesn't listen, he just opens the door of the vehicle and hurries off, disappering through the broken gate. Leaving Kong speechless. Stumped.

But within minutes the younger jostles out of his stupor. And gets down, deciding to pursue his man's trail. There can be snakes and God knows what other animals and insects amidst that dark premises and the house. Wasn't Arthit always afraid of dark and creepy crawlies! What has gotten into him.

The entry is easy, the half broken iron gate giving no hindrance. Kong's mobile flashlight serving the purpose of seeing in the pitch black shrouding the silent house. The only noise is some unknown critters and wind rustling the leaves of the overgrown foliage around..

Reaching the house he looks here and there, trying to seek an entry point. The door looks locked, bolted from Inside and he definitely doesn't want to ring the bell and alarm any occupant present. Though he highly doubts there are any occupants, other than his phi. Caught in some delirium of his own. Kong instead decides he will search for an open window.

He goes tiptoeing slowly to the back of the house. And finds an overlooking balcony atop himself on the first floor . As he is debating whether it will be wise to climb the nearest tree in this dimmed light to get to the balcony. Or call his phi to stop this madness and come back to the car.

He hears a noise.

Leaves rustling from the hidden shadows. He catches a distorted shape of dark rising, from the corner of his eyes . Is the pitch black playing silly horror tricks on him? Cold sweat breaks his skin but, as he suddenly feels a presence encroaching behind him.
Slowly and surely.

A dragging slithering noise, like the entity is crawling belly down towards him,not walking. His mobile light as the only source, he debates on turning back, but stops in his path, as distinct breaths cold as ice falls on his nape, creating a goosebump trail.

Fear gripping his heart, paralyzing his feet. His body suddenly feels unable to make any movement. Forgetting even to blink or breathe.

" Who are you?"

He trembling whisperes to the chilling air, his own cowardice surprising him. He has always thought himself quite brave and level headed. But now he doesn't know. Or can't truly believe what he is experiencing. Its seems unreal. Otherworldly. Like immersed in an unending nightmare. As a cold hand grips his throat from behind. Lightly. Fingers like ice splays over his Adam's apple. And stays there.

He stills more, breath escaping in panting gasps feeling the cold icicles like fingers.

Nobody answers only the breath gets heavier on his senses, overriding his consciousness. Whomever he/ she was, the entity was drawing the long fingers over his throat like playing a musical tone. The endless depth of cold but not freezing, instead burning his back.

He can feel he is sweating profusely even in the chill. The fingers continuing their sinister moving around, teasing him in its game of death.

" What do you want from me. From him? Where is he?"

Things becoming clearer to him like a daylight in this after dark nightmare, they both have been dragged in.

Arthit's illusions, his sudden spiral,. The call.
That noone heard.

"You should have never come inside Kong. Now she will never let me leave . I broke her trust. Like all other men. I failed her test of belief and care. And you failed yours."

Kong finds himself in an out of body experience, like he is not in his human form anymore,his soul slipping away, as he watches every damn thing in sluggish slow motion. As his beloved phi Arthit emerges and gazes down him from the upstairs balcony. Even in dark his silhouette Kong can never miss,neither his pleading voice.

A dark figure,darker than the night herself, standing beside him. Wafting waning. grasping his phi's waist. Possessively. Like his phi Belongs to her.

The long nails claw like, digging in..and blood spreading upon the white t-shirt,he so lovingly had put on over him.. silent screams shattering the eerie silence.

As the entity from behind, melts into his back, his throat tightens as he chokes . The pressure increasing. His eyes bulging.. blood.. more blood..

His Mobile all familiar ringtone saved for his special someone, jolts him awake..

Shit! What a weird shitty nightmare. He hurriedly glances at his mobile to find, yes his phi is calling.

" Kong, why did you go to meet that woman?"

Arthit slurs. Kong gasps looking at the calender. What day is it? No, this cannot be!!

He runs to the balcony, he remembers doing this, that fateful night too. The night Arthit went driving, stark drunk. Because his Kongpob,his partner for so many years, chose to go on a date, forced by his business minded parents.

But Kong went to reject politely. He did reject but also stayed back a little more while uncannily suddenly finding the company of a girl being pleasant. But one touch of her too cold hands, he has tried politely denying her advances and refusing a second date proposal.

She was not happy. And when Kong looks back in hindsight, that evening was odd,she was herself weird. Draped in a silk caftan, covered in multiple beads, talking about afterlife and power of supernatural. Her talks circulated with reigning of otherworldly powers for the gain . And how much she had helped her father in his business endeavours using her uniqueness.

That queer one date was solely due to the woman's constant insisting and foremost Kong was tired of fighting with his parents to meet their business partners daughter, and their constricted homophobic views.

His fault, not telling Arthit about it. His reason. He didn't want to overstress his already overworked emotionally drained phi, with ongoing family dramas.

But the guilt of enjoying an evening meal, without his shy fidgeting boyfriend had eaten him from Inside.

There was something in that women's smile. Something that made him sit through longer than necessary and the sarcastic sneer when he denied her,had made him surely uncomfortable. And obviously her parting words.

" You can't be happy with anyone else Kongpob. Tonight meeting has already changed a lot in your fate, and in the fate conjoined with you.".

He had regretted immensely then, why to Arthit, his trusting phi, he had even lied as being out of town, because of that odd woman and his adamant narrow minded parents.

Well,his trying to keep secret had failed miserably. No sooner, his phi had come to know about the so called 'high end affair' date anyways. Because unluckily phi Knott saw them together, dining and exchanging conversations., pleasantries.. laughing.

From the moment Knott had confronted him in the parking lot of his garage, after he had dropped his not so happy night dinner date; Kong had been trying to call his phi, waiting by his apartment and coming back futile ; for Arthit to call around 3 am..drunk dialing.

And he clearly remembers the sound of the brake, Arthit's loud exclamation, he had hit something, someone..., just minutes later, the chilling deja vu of conversations that passed between them.

" Phi watch out, stop. Phi listen, I am so sorry.."

He reflexively shouts.

Only to meet with deafening silence... and a black blank screen.

" Hello .. Arthit..phi. Hello. "
Kong tries desperately to make the screen come alive, to call back his love, to change their unforgiving fate, to end this torturing loop of nightmares,

..but before he can ..

Someone breathes right behind him, the icy breath of the one fanning his ears, sending shivers of knowing the unknown, the shadow of the penultimate creeping over him..

she is here..again ...

His screen remains densely dark, blank

But A new unknown call rings in...

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