Chapter 5 : The agony of humiliation

Jiwon' eyes fluttered open to reveal an unfamiliar, opulent room bathed in soft light, the plush carpet and silk sheets a stark contrast to the cold, dank chamber of his nightmare.

He groaned, the pain between his legs a dull throb that brought the memories of the previous night crashing back into his consciousness like a tsunami of despair.

He lay there, unmoving, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, fear, and humiliation. The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his dark reverie, and he tensed as the footsteps grew closer. It was him—Sergei, the monster who had taken everything from him.

Sergei's shadow fell across the bed, and Jiwon felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he braced for another round of torment. But instead, Sergei's voice was almost gentle as he spoke, the sadistic glint in his eyes replaced by a soft, calculating gaze.

"Good morning," he said in Russian a taunting reminder of Jiwon's helplessness.

"I trust you enjoyed your little nap. You're going to need your strength for what's coming next."

The words sent a shiver down Jiwon's spine, and he forced his legs to move, pushing himself into a sitting position despite the agony that shot through his body. He had to be ready, had to find a way out of this hell.

But even as he steeled himself for the next round of horrors, the ghost of his own moan from the night before haunted him, a betrayal that cut deeper than any physical pain could.

Faced with the monster from the night before, Jiwon gathered every ounce of defiance he had left. His voice trembling with a mix of rage and fear.

He demanded, "Who are you? What do you want from me?" He searched Sergei's cold, emotionless gaze for any clue of humanity, any crack in the armor of this sadistic beast.

But the only response he received was a smug chuckle as Sergei leaned in, his breath hot against Jiwon's ear.

"Oh, I don't want anything" Sergei murmured, his eyes traveling down to the bruises and marks that marred Jiwon's body.

"But what I'm more interested in is how your bottom is feeling. Did you enjoy the taste of me , or are you already craving more?" The words were a knife in Jiwon's heart, twisting the dull ache of his violation into a sharp, piercing pain.

He clenched his jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, his mind racing to find a way out of this twisted game.

Ignoring the fists that feebly pummeled his chest, Sergei leaned in, his breath a toxic mix of lust and malice against Jiwon's ear.

"I guess you are " he murmured, his tongue tracing the shell before delving into the warm cavern of Jiwon's mouth.

The taste of fear and sweat only spurred him on, and his kiss grew more demanding, his teeth nipping and claiming the older man's plump lower lip. He felt Jiwon's body tense, the futile resistance a thrilling dance against his own.

As the kiss deepened, his hands began to roam, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Jiwon's neck before trailing down to his torso.

With a sadistic smirk, he began to bite, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of Jiwon's neck, leaving a trail of painful kisses that descended to his collarbone and then lower, to the soft swells of his stomach.

Each bite was a brand, a reminder of his ownership, and he reveled in the muffled grunts of pain that his victim couldn't suppress. When he reached the waistband of Jiwon's underwear, he tugged roughly, pulling the fabric tight against the jiwon's hips.

The material strained, a silent scream against the force of his grip, before giving way with a tear. The room was filled with the sound of ripping fabric as the tights gave in to Sergei's insistent pull, exposing the bruised and swollen flesh beneath.

His eyes gleaming with victory, he whispered, "Ready for round two?" before his mouth claimed Jiwon's once more, the taste of the man's despair only adding to his own twisted pleasure.

"You're going to like it" Sergei whispered, his voice a seductive hiss that sent a shiver down Jiwon's spine.

He unbuckled his own pants with a deliberate slowness that made every second feel like an eternity of torment. The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, a metallic symphony of dread.

"Every time you feel me inside you," he continued, his hand wrapping around his thick, erect member, "you're going to remember who's in charge." He stepped closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coldness in his eyes.

Jiwon's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Sergei's cock press against his sore entrance, the promise of more pain almost too much to bear.

"Beg for it," Sergei demanded, his voice a dark caress that seemed to coil around Jiwon's very soul.

With trembling lips, Jiwon choked out, "please...stop..." But his words were lost as Sergei ignored his pleading, pushing past the resistance with a vicious snarl. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that seemed to split him in two, but the young mafia enforcer's grip on his neck kept him pinned, unable to escape the relentless invasion.

"Yes?" Sergei growled, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that only served to prolong the torture.

Each thrust was accompanied by a whispered taunt, a vile promise that this would become the new normal.

"You're going to learn to love the way I do you," he murmured, his breath hot and ragged."beg for it, Jiwon".

Jiwon's eyes squeezed shut as he felt his body betray him, his cock twitching in response to the brutal attention. The humiliation was almost too much to handle, but he refused to give Sergei the satisfaction of seeing him break completely.

"unnnghh~...Umfff." He bit his lip until he tasted blood, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh as he tried to muffle his moans of pain.

But as the assault continued, the pain began to give way to something else—something darker, something that made him feel even more violated. His body responded against his will, his hips moving in time with Sergei's, seeking a reprieve from the relentless agony.

And as the Sergei's hand tightened around his neck, cutting off his air once again, Jiwon felt a horrifying realization dawning on him—his body was not only surviving this nightmare, but it was starting to react in the most primal of ways.

The room spun around them, the only light coming from the flickering candles on the dresser, casting shadows that danced across their sweat-slicked bodies. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, a macabre melody that seemed to taunt Jiwon with every beat.

"Beg for it," Sergei ordered again, his voice thick with lust.

And as the pressure built, as the air grew thinner and the world grew dimmer, Jiwon felt the sickening truth—his body was not only responding, it was...enjoying it. The thought was a knife to his soul, and with a broken sob, he whispered the words that Sergei had been waiting for: "aghh..Fuck..."

Sergei's grin was wicked as he increased his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic and forceful

Each thrust was a hot brand on Jiwon's soul, searing into his very being.

The pleasure that he had never wanted to feel began to overwhelm him, the pain now a distant memory as his body arched into the onslaught.

As the two men moved together in a twisted dance of power and submission, the room grew hazy with lust and despair.

The scent of sex and sweat mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood, a potent cocktail that seemed to intoxicate them both.As Sergei pulled out, the cold air of the room hit the tender flesh, and Jiwon felt the weight of his own despair crushing down upon him, a heavy mantle of shame that seemed to seep into his very bones.

"JIWON Schmidt"Sergei said, his voice smug and satisfied as he zipped up his pants, «You're mine,you won't leave here unless I let you»

Jiwon lay there, trembling and broken, unable to speak as the young mafia enforcer strolled out of the room, leaving him in a puddle of his own fluids and shattered dignity. The door clicked shut, leaving him with only the echo of his own...