Pursuing the Egoist by Nero Seal

CHAPTER 1

THE FOLLOWING MORNING washed the hall in sparkling freshness. The sun, playing with the white marble, glinted off the mirror-smooth walls. Standing on the floral motif of the mosaic floor, Yugo stared at the sleeping form, sprawled over the white, leather couch. One slender arm hanging down, the young man slept on his stomach, fingers touching the floor.

“When did he arrive?” Yugo asked without facing Greg.

“He didn’t arrive; he was delivered around four a.m.” Slight disdain rattled in Greg’s voice.

Yugo ignored it. “Why isn’t he upstairs?”

“He reeks, and he didn’t care where he slept.”

“Hmm…” Approaching the couch, Yugo shook the man’s shoulder, rolled him over. For a long moment, he examined the sleeping features. With a straight nose, smooth jawline, long eyelashes, and dark, messy hair, Noah was young, gorgeous, and oh so drunk. One cheek wore a crease print from the couch, and dark circles outlined his closed eyes.

Yugo cringed as the overpowering stench of processed alcohol wafted through the air. “Who brought him?”

“Rudolph’s men.”

“Was he with rent boys?”

Greg wavered. A weird expression crossed his face; he made a vague motion with his chin that could have meant anything. “No.”

So you went drinking to Rudolph’s, huh? Good boy. Were you begging for my attention? The thought lifted Yugo’s mood.

“Slut?” he called and gave the sleeping face a light slap. The young man groaned. Yugo called again, “Noah?”

Receiving no reply, Yugo bent forward, picked the boy up, and threw the motionless body over his shoulder before turning to the grand staircase.

Arms crossed over his massive chest, Greg pressed his lips. Disapproval written all over his face, he unwillingly stepped aside, letting Yugo pass. Yugo didn’t have to ask about the reason for his discontent. Greg never bothered to hide that he couldn’t stand Noah’s guts.

The burgundy stair runner bounced beneath Yugo’s soles as he carried his “trophy” to the second floor. The end window glowed with blueness, the single bright spot among the brown beech doors and vintage gold and pistachio wallpaper. Pulling the last door on the left, he entered his bedroom.

The habitual darkness swallowed him, enveloping him in the familiar scent of burnt wood and vanilla cigarettes.

Throwing the sleeping man to the bed, he turned on the night lamp. On his back, Noah moaned; his chin moved to the side, providing Yugo with a perfect view of his long neck and the row of three tiny beauty marks behind his left ear.

Yugo’s gaze lingered, slid down the length of Noah’s body, stopped at his feet. Undressing him looked like a hassle.

Maybe I should have left you downstairs… Yugo huffed, getting to Noah’s sneakers. Tossing them aside, he peeled the socks off Noah’s cold feet. Up-close, Noah stunk even worse. The reek of alcohol was diluted with a heavy mixture of sweat, cigarettes, and unfamiliar perfume. Trying to ignore the stench, Yugo undid the grotesque, tasteless buckle that resembled a spider before yanking the belt out of the loops. Unzipping the tight jeans, he pulled them down, tossed them away, and moved up to the translucent, white shirt that left nothing to the imagination. After struggling with the buttons for a brief moment, he rolled the silky fabric down the shoulders, then peeled it off the sinewy arms.

The subtlety still showed in Noah’s long limbs, slender hips, and flat stomach, but the result of hard training had already resulted in his well-defined shoulders and chest. Maturity had started tightening his jawline, adding sharpness to his features, yet he still looked somehow pure, innocent, young. The impression was deceptive as, in his nineteen years, Noah had known more men than Yugo in his thirty-five, but for some reason, that had never bothered the Black Duke.

Dragging his gaze over the sleeping form, Yugo tilted his head, wondering if he should fuck the brat then wash him or do it the other way around. Noah moaned, shifted, and spread his hips. The thin, transparent fabric of his neon-green, fish-net trunks outlined the sleeping curve of his long cock.

The thought about the unpleasant smell retreated to the corner of Yugo’s mind as desire warmed his blood. Getting on the bed on all fours, he pressed his tongue to the hollow belly button, painted a wet road up Noah’s chest, before circling a light-brown nipple. The bud hardened under his tongue, and Yugo closed his lips around it and sucked.

Noah moaned but didn’t wake up even when Yugo sunk his teeth into his shoulder and rolled him on his stomach.

“Wake up, Slut,” Yugo murmured between kisses. His lips, tracing the slender back, outlined the tattoo covering it. One inky wing sprawled over Noah’s right shoulder-blade. Going down his arm, the tattoo wrapped around his biceps, blue watercolor splashing among the feathers. On the left side, where the other wing should have been, a gory mess of feathers, blood, and broken bones glared.

Yugo had never asked for the meaning of the tattoo, as men of Noah’s age were often thoughtless. Sliding his lips down, he picked up the waistband of Noah’s trunks with his teeth, then pulled them away.

“Look what we’ve got here…” he hummed, saliva wetting the stretchy fabric in his mouth. Fingers hooking into the waistband, he tore Noah’s underwear down, revealing the round butt. “Fuck, Slut, you are so gorgeous.”

Licking his lips, he gave a perky butt cheek a hard slap just to see if Noah would wake up, but not a single muscle tensed under the sun-kissed, smooth skin.

“How much did you drink?” Yugo ran his palm over the hairless thigh and calf, then dragged it up till his fingers covered the meaty buttock. The longer he caressed the motionless body, the hotter his blood became. His face burned with excitement, as the thought of Noah waking up with his cock in his ass inflamed his mind. He already anticipated the surprised gaze, a frivolous, appreciative smile, maybe a small, put-on fight that would end with complete capitulation.

Spreading Noah’s butt cheeks apart, he tilted his head to the side, pressed a thumb to the puckered entrance, probing its softness. Tight and dry, it resisted the intrusion.

Humming his appreciation, Yugo inched closer, pressed his tongue to the small of Noah’s back, and ran it down the crease. A faint taste of sweat and soap invaded his mouth. When the tip of his tongue circled the rim of the entrance, a soft exhalation breached Noah’s lips charging the air with electricity. The unconscious reaction of the sleeping man raised thin hairs on Yugo’s arms. A pulsation, arising in the depth of his core, darkened his vision for a split second, as the strong desire to hear more corroded his blood.

With an impatient hand, he adjusted his cock in his pants before pressing his mouth to Noah’s hole again and giving it a light suction. The opening twitched beneath his lips, and a weak moan cut the silence.

Yugo chuckled. Noah’s reactions had always pleased him. No matter what he gave the brat, pain or pleasure, the boy took everything with a great deal of appreciation, which made him a nearly perfect lover.

Snaking his hand between the mattress and Noah’s hips, he felt up the fully erect cock. Hot and wet, it already soaked the bedsheet with precum.

“Drunk and horny like a pig. Do you even care who is fucking you?”

Lips brushing over the flank, he lifted the boy’s hips, carefully bent the length down until the glistening cockhead showed between his spread thighs. He lowered the hips so the cock stayed between Noah’s legs. Drawing back, Yugo froze, mesmerized. “What a pretty sight you are, Slut.”

Unable to hold back, he sunk his teeth into the round buttock. Palms kneading the cheeks, he forced them apart and dragged a wet tongue along the crease. Head lifting, he spat at the hole. As if glued, his gaze followed the trajectory of his spittle, covering the pink entrance.

Noah’s anus twitched, as if wanting to swallow the liquid, then again, and the smooth, hairless balls tightened.

Yugo’s throat dried out, he breathed, “So fucking pretty…”

Not blinking, he reached out and smeared the spittle with his thumb, rubbing it into the entrance. With small circular motions, he worked the hole softening it. Leaning on the bed on one elbow, Yugo hovered over the ass. His thumb skated down the seam, played with the creased skin of the balls before drawing a straight line toward the glossy cockhead. A soft moan cut the hush, reverberating in his ears. His vision throbbed, focusing on the clear drop of precum beading over the slit. Every cell in his body craving to taste it, Yugo lowered his face between Noah’s thighs and ran a flat tongue over the slit.

Salty sweetness spread in his mouth, messing with his mind. His cock painfully spasmed, wanting to fill the hole, and Yugo tore his belt out of the loops. Yanking the zipper open, he took his length into his palm, gave it a few strokes. Shuffling on his knees, he threw one leg over the sleeping body, plopped down onto the spread thighs.

“If you don’t wake up, I’ll fuck you like this, you hear?” He warned. Placing a thumb over his cock, he pressed the red head to Noah’s hole then used his hips to produce a little friction. Sweet electricity ran from his frenulum up his spine, reinforcing the desire. Rounding his back, he spat on Noah’s anus again, then smeared the moisture with his dick. He repeated it again and again until his cock glistened with saliva. His movements became harder, more aligned, and every time his slit kissed Noah’s hole, he pressed a little harder, stretching the tight opening with his tip.

Slanting forward, Yugo rested his chest on Noah’s back, brushed his lips over the smooth shoulder before kissing Noah’s nape.

“God, you stink…” He cringed as the smell of alcohol became overpowering. The desire to kiss Noah died. Changing the angle of his hips, he pushed his cock into the hot tightness of the body beneath. The crown of his cock breached the tight ring of the inner muscles, painfully spasming around it. Yugo held still, waiting for Noah’s insides to stop cramping and adjust.

Caressing the slack arm with his hand, he entwined their fingers together, then lifted the motionless palm to his mouth to kiss it but froze. His pupils pinned on the ink prints marring the outer side of the slim wrist. Eyes narrowing, he read the small, colorful stamps nightclubs used to mark their visitors. Five prints from five different places; none of them was Rudolph’s.

Interesting… Did Greg lie to me to protect you? Shelving the thought, Yugo clicked his tongue.Whatever tenderness he’d felt toward Noah was now gone, as irritation swamped his chest. Shaking his head, he chuckled, “What a slut… Haven’t I warned you not to go clubbing alone?”

Pulling his cock out of the hot insides, Yugo got to his knees, and gave Noah a fresh, examining look. The boy reeked of body fluids and the unfamiliar perfume meant he had been partying all night, letting other people come close enough for their smell to rub into his skin. Yet, he was dry and tight, so he didn’t bottom, at least not tonight.

Still, he disobeyed. This behavior required punishment.

For some reason, Yugo wasn’t mad. On the contrary, despite Noah’s free spirit and his request to come and go as he pleased, the brat had never done anything to undermine Yugo’s authority or disrespect him. He had always been attentive to Yugo’s needs and obedient in bed, maybe too obedient following Yugo’s orders to a letter. Noah made sex sophisticated, zealous, refined, like in a high-quality porn movie. Yet, for Yugo, it still lacked the animalistic, carnivorous zest and spontaneity. Even the pain Yugo had granted the brat had always been moderate, consented, desired.

This small rebellion felt like a fresh breeze of provocation; provocation that sent an electric shock down Yugo’s spine.

Yugo chewed on the inside of his cheek, wondering how to discipline the brat when his gaze fell upon the chains. Being an extremely tactile person, Noah didn’t like being restricted, and with his eagerness to please, Yugo had never found a reason to tie him up. Until now.

With a rough hand, he yanked Noah’s arm up, secured his wrist with a cuff. Stretching from the wrist to the top of the pillar, the chain looped through a ring and streamed down to the side of the bed where a carabiner secured it to another ring. Yugo hauled the chain until Noah’s arm was sprawled to the pillar then relocked the carabiner.

Shuffling to the other side of the bed, he repeated the procedure with Noah’s other wrist before moving to the foot of the bed where he peeled the trunks off Noah’s legs and secured his ankles with leather straps.

When Noah was spread on his bed in a starfish position, Yugo snatched a pillow, pushed it under the boy’s hips, then stepped away, admiring his work.

Yugo had always found Noah beautiful, but now he was flawless. The rough metal only accentuated the healthy glow of his tanned skin. Sprawled on his belly, he had nothing to hide, offering his most private parts for observation.

Shrugging off his jacket, Yugo wondered if he should invite an audience. Would Noah get shy and self-conscious under the oily stares of faceless observers? Would he appreciate the attention, humiliation? The thought sounded wonderfully delicious, yet Yugo shrugged it off as he didn’t have time to arrange the rent boys. Using his subordinates wasn’t an option, as he would never willingly instill the idea of Noah being accessible to them.

Pulling off his tie, Yugo restrained Noah’s chin with his fingers, opened his mouth with another hand before shoving the black, silky strip between the pearly, rounded teeth. The knot tightened at the back of the beautiful head; Yugo ran a nail down the throbbing, blue vein on Noah’s neck. Stunning.

YUGO DIDN’T KNOW how much time passed since he’d entered Noah’s body, but he had to stop three times to suppress his orgasm, and his arms shook with pressure. When a muffled groan preceded a slight muscle spasm, and the tattoo on Noah’s shoulders came to life, he grinned.

Finally…

The wing twitched, so did the gory mess, both failed to flap. Head turning to the side, Noah pried his eyes open. Unfocused and sleepy, his gaze was confused.

Panting, Yugo leaned into the taut body, wiped his wet forehead off on the ink-covered back, before breathing sultry words into Noah’s ear, “Good morning, Slut. Did you rest well? I hope you did because you will need a lot of energy today.”

Noah tensed and tugged at the restraints making the chain jingle. The metal cuffs bit into his wrists, and the skin around them whitened. The boy whipped his head to the side, throwing a feral gaze over his shoulder. The neon-blue surprise licked Yugo’s cheek, igniting his blood.

“Why so stunned? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Never losing the tempo, he kept slamming his hips against the round ass, balls hitting the tender spot between Noah’s testicles and anus with every impact.

Licking the salt off his lips, he attacked Noah’s ear with his breath, whispering, “I am, on the other hand, thrilled to see you, can’t you feel it?”

Hips moving away, he slammed in against Noah’s buttocks.

Color draining from his face, Noah fixed his neon-blue glare on Yugo. A muffled plea crushed against the gag, his brows knitted.

“I haven’t seen you for a week. No calls, no messages. Aren’t you a shitty lover? You made me feel lonely.” Panting the mocking words, Yugo pulled out then slammed in. This time the boy hissed, back arching. “Moreover, I found out that you have been having fun without me, in places I especially forbade you to go.”

A small tremor settled in Noah’s shoulders. He shook his head and gave a muffled order. Yugo recognized the demand to uncuff him but ignored it.

“Going around, dressed like this. Drinking until unconsciousness… So many things could have happened to you.” Picking up speed, Yugo gritted his teeth as pre-orgasm euphoria rippled through his body. “This, for example.”

Noah bucked, trying to break free from the restraints. His breathing accelerated, and beads of perspiration swelled all over his torso.

“I told you to only club at Rudolph’s places, didn’t I?”

Eyes tightly squeezed, Noah managed a weak nod. The smell of alcohol so overpowering not long ago, faded, substituted by the sour stench of fear.

Yugo frowned.

Why are you scared? What did you do? Noah had never feared him or worried about his safety, knowing that Yugo wouldn’t hurt him. Why now?

“Did you cheat on me, Slut?”

Noah shook his head. Yugo believed him. Noah was too smart to insult him like this, and he had no reason to do so. Yugo gave him everything. A place to live, money to spend, a car to drive, and the freedom to do whatever he pleased.

Pushing one hand between the pillow and Noah’s hips, Yugo squeezed the blood-filled flesh. Hard and dripping, huh? Is he playing with me?

He peered into the dilated pupils, trying to read the answer in them but failed, unable to tell if Noah was scared, aroused, or both. Realizing that the answer wouldn’t change anything, Yugo continued, “I told you that you clubbing all night long without security is bad for my reputation and not safe for you, haven’t I?”

Yugo’s fist slid up and down Noah’s slick flesh, teasing, stimulating. “A simple rule, Slut. Unsupervised, you only drink at Rudolph’s places. If you are horny—only fuck his rent boys. Never bottom for anyone but me; never let other people touch you unless you pay for their service. What wasn’t clear?”

Noah’s body convulsed, his dick swelled, pulsing in Yugo’s hand. His eyes widened, fixed on the single spot. Their color changed, but instead of picking up the liquid nacre-blue, as they always did when Noah was aroused, they matted, whitened, as if diluted with milk. The contradictory scent of fear condensed the air, messing with Yugo’s mind. Sinking under his skin, it fermented his blood, tempting him to hurt Noah, so he could bask in the screams of pained pleasure and enjoy the tears flowing down his pallid cheeks.

“Leaath…” Noah begged “please”, and Yugo smiled.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not really angry with you.” Yugo pressed a kiss to the wet temple. “It’s just a lesson. But in the future, don’t disobey me. Next time I might really get mad, and that you won’t enjoy.”

He squeezed the cock in his palm. Noah’s back arched, and the wonderful clanging of chains filled the air. Noah’s hips rocked, and liquid heat flooded Yugo’s palm.

“That’s it,” Yugo murmured. Praising the boy with a kiss to the shoulder, he concentrated, sped up, then groaned as the long-chased orgasm slammed against him in an electric wave of painful pleasure.

A sharp spasm paralyzed his lungs; he sank his nails into the shoulder in front of him. The room darkened. He held still for a minute longer, waiting for his heart to slow down. When his lungs stopped burning from chasing air, he released the grip, wiped his cum-coated palm off on the sheet, and pulled out. With a gentle hand, he ruffled Noah’s hair. “It was hot, Slut. Now, back to the lesson.”

He got up and zipped up his pants. Approaching the carved wood of the wardrobe, he opened the doors, revealing a collection of butt plugs, restraints, and discipline toys.

Noah shook his head, his movements frantic, jerky. Yugo ignored him. Snatching a cane from the display, he twisted it in his hands, bending and warming the wood. Satisfied with the first impression, Yugo raised the cane in the air then landed it on his palm. Supple, the wood zapped through the air with a nerve-wrenching swish. Pain stormed through his arm, leaving his nerves buzzing with the bright afterglow. Working his fist to ease the pain, Yugo nodded his approval, selected a black, medium-sized butt plug, and turned to the bed.

“You will receive fifteen strokes. Five for not calling me for a week. Five for breaking the rule and cruising through the clubs. And five more to remind you not to ignore my words in the future. I won’t warm you up, and I won’t hold back, so brace for it.”

Noah whimpered and yanked the chains.

Elusive nostalgia triggered his memory, pulling Yugo’s attention away from the bed and Noah. Something similar had already happened here, in this room … with Kuon. That night, the air had been drenched in a harsh, metallic smell, agony, and arousal.

Why the fuck do I think about him now? Yugo squeezed his eyes, trying to get rid of the flashback. Fucking Tobias.

Noah jerked again, his breathing short, harsh, and panicky. Yugo approached the bed, looked him in the eye, then ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him. “Don’t be scared; it won’t be much different from our usual impact play. I won’t scar you or make you bleed. You’ll love it.”

Noah gulped, fixed his gaze on Yugo,  a painful grimace twisting his beautiful features. He growled, looked up at the restraints, then thrashed with his whole body.

“Easy,” Yugo murmured. “If you don’t stop fighting, you will hurt yourself.”

The tip of the cane kissed Noah’s nape, dragged along the perfect line of his spine. Yugo swallowed hard as the cane reached the curve of the tailbone, then clambered up the crest of the buttock. Circling the bed, Yugo broke the contact of the wood and skin for a brief moment, to pass a bed pillar, before touching it to the top of the crack.

Noah tensed when the wooden tip inched lower and froze over his hole. Chains clanged again, and Yugo’s attention jumped up to the long, delicate fingers wrapping around the solid metal chains.

Kuon used to do that too…

Guiding the cane along Noah’s crotch, Yugo pulled it away, licked the tip, then pressed it back, rubbing his saliva into the puckered entrance. With a flick of his wrist, he gave it a light stroke.

Noah yelped. The hole shrunk, and a creamy liquid spurted out, streaming down the seam.

“Look at this mess…” Yugo clicked his tongue. “What a bad boy, you spilled it all.”

“Ugh uu…” Yugo grinned, translating the muffled groan as “Fuck you.”

Digging his knee into the mattress, Yugo sat on his hip between the sprawled legs. Dropping the cane on the bed near him, he warmed the butt plug in his palms before dipping its tip into the creamy drop that threatened to reach the bedsheet. With light strokes, he smeared the semen all over Noah’s hole, lubing it, before nudging the entrance with the tip.

“Don’t spill what I give you, Slut.”

His pupils fixated on the pink opening that greedily swallowed the black tip as he moved his hand to and fro. Whenever Yugo pulled the plug out, the hole gaped and gulped down the semen bubbling around the rim. Noah huffed. Fixing one eye on Yugo, he lifted his ass, offering himself for better stimulation.

“Such a horny, little slut you are…” Yugo murmured, renewed desire squirting into his blood. With a fast, cruel movement, he screwed the plug into Noah’s body. The muscles beneath the tattoo tensed, filling the design with sharp shadows, then relaxed.

“So fucking hot…” A breath of pure admiration broke out of Yugo’s lungs. His head swam as he watched Noah’s anus “chew” on the plug, accommodating it. “See? Not so scary so far. You will love the canning too.”

Rising to his feet, he fetched the cane, then took a position next to the bed. 

“Are you ready, Slut?” Not waiting for the reply, Yugo raised the cane in the air before landing it hard on Noah’s ass.

The boy yelped and a violent shudder twisted his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tugging the air with his dilated nostrils. Yugo hummed, watching the stripe bleed through the tanned skin. Pale and blue, it would soon darken, swell, and turn into a beautiful hematoma.

“That’s it, breathe…” He encouraged Noah before granting him another stroke, aiming to leave a long-lasting, purple bruise.

Fingers fumbling over the chain, Noah’s head tossed. The muscles on his back rolled with every breath he took. He hurled, and the metal cuffs bit into his skin.

“You are concentrating on the wrong thing, Slut. Do you feel the plug inside?”

Taking a step toward the bed, Yugo placed his palm over the rapidly warming ass. Noah whimpered as Yugo gave the damaged skin a light rub then pushed the plug deeper inside with the heel of his palm.

A weak moan, tearing from Noah’s throat, curled his lips in a smile.

“That’s it. Feel it. Enjoy it. Anticipate it.” Pulling a hand away, he gave a hard slap across the darkening stripes, then stepped away and raised the cane in the air again. “Think of the pleasure inside you. Of the plug, shifting with every stroke of the cane.”

SWOOSH.

When the third stroke landed across his bottom, Noah squeezed his eyes shut, head falling backward. His teeth barred around the black ribbon, and he rubbed himself against the sheet, seeking pleasure in his pain.

Yugo stopped breathing. His mind blanked as he watched Noah’s skin warm up, gain color. Pink washed over his neck and shoulders; he rolled his head, fixing his liquid gaze on Yugo, seeking appreciation.

“That’s it… Good boy.” He nodded, entranced. His hand rose again, then again, and again.

The convulsions of Noah’s body grew more violent with every lick of the cane. His head rolled from side to side, spewing sweat. In the places where his forehead found short rests, dark patches marred the pale-gray silk.

The sour smell of sweat and sex was so thick in the air it made it hard to breathe. Yugo’s vision pulsed, losing the periphery to opaque, red mist. His head lightened as the drumming of his heart became so violent he could barely hear Noah’s cries of pain behind it.

When the horizontal, purple strokes hatched Noah’s ass, completely covered the bronze skin, Yugo dropped the cane. His shirt clung to his torso and his pants rubbed against his thighs with every move. Ignoring the discomfort, he licked the salt off his upper lip and approached the bed.

“You did good, Slut,” Yugo said, blanketing the lax body with his own. Lips gathering the pearly beads of Noah’s sweat, he dragged them up the spine, toward the nape. Noah’s limbs vibrated under his touch, as the sharp and fast panting invaded his ears. When his gaze reached the cuffed wrists, Yugo’s heart stuttered, then slammed against his ribs with a hollow thump. Red, stripped skin oozed with fresh blood. Weak fingers clung to the chain as if the metal could help Noah gain a little of its stoicism.

Yugo had seen this before. A powerful flashback invaded his mind making his vision glitch, flicker, and split. A heavy mist washed over the room, altering small details. The mutilated back. The acrid stench of blood and body fluids. Screams of pain. And the dark eyes, full of hatred.

His chest constricted. He pulled the butt plug out of Noah’s ass, tossed it aside. Working quickly, he released one of the prisoner’s hands and brought it to his mouth, licking clean the ruby drops that skated down the pallid wrist. His cock pulsed. He unzipped his pants again and took his length into his hand before guiding it between Noah’s sore cheeks.

“Come, Kuon, let me take you.”