When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

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For someone who was always suppressing his urge to hurt himself and everyone around him, keeping his hands off Anurak was King's biggest struggle. If not for Hiran and his father who were always keeping an eye on him, he would probably have snapped a long time ago. 


After several meltdowns followed by consequences such as getting strapped in straight jackets, and getting chained to his bed, King had learned to suppress his urges except when he went into mania or handling business. 


Now that he was where he wanted to be, surrounded by warmth and Anurak's squeaky moans of pleasure in his ears, how could he still hold on? 


With each thrust, King's self-control slipped. As his desire took over, he pushed Anurak face-down, climbing on his back. Engulfing the boy in his frame, King pounded into him viciously, his face was a contortion of unrestrained lewdness. His grunts were nasal, gruntled, drawl, and trembly. 


Almost!