Bound By His Name

Damien POV

"Ugh...shit". I staggered out of the automatic doors, my tailored suit no longer immaculate. My body reeked of the strong smell of alcohol.

I coughed violently as my breath felt raspy, making me clutch my chest as I tried holding my lungs, ironically.

The Aphrodisiac powder effect spread through my body, and with each deep breath, it felt like a knife twisting inside. Someone had definitely drugged me.

"God damnit, another bastard trying his luck". I'd underestimated tonight.

Dragging my swaying feet across the thick carpet, I reached for the elevator with trembling hands.

The elevator doors opened. I leaned against the wall, panting like a trapped animal. The light above flickered.

My eyes felt blurry when I saw a figure walking down the hall, and a folder was tucked under the figure's arm. The figure had a striking face that could evoke even the deepest feelings in a man. It probably had noticed my disheveled self.

My fingers clutched the elevator rail like a lifeline. Still breathing heavily, the figure came into view, and it turned out to be a handsome man. He moved towards me and stretched out his arms. "Sir... you okay?"

Lifting my head, I stared at the young man like a predator would at its prey. The moment the stranger drew close, my hands shot out, grabbing him before he could react. The force sent both of us staggering.

Heart pounding, the young man tried to resist, but my grip was iron. The elevator doors closed, sealing us inside.

The young man struggled to free himself. "Are you okay? Why is your body so hot? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I refuse to say anything, simply holding the man's hand and gripping it tightly. The elevator jerked to a stop and opened.

Without waiting I pulled him out, barely catching myself as I dragged the young man along with me. Opening the suite and swinging the door shut behind us.

Collapsing against the plush bed, I pulled the young man down with me.

Our bodies tangled, one on top of the other. Neither of us moved; only the sound of my ragged breathing filled the room.

The young man tried again to push my weight off. "Let me go." He slid a hand to my chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall. "What's wrong with you..."

My head rolled to the side. A frustrated strained, bitter laugh escaped my mouth. "Then... I suppose you're the only one who can help me." Coughing violently, I continued. "I'd better not die with such a figure by my side."

My words carried a hidden message, something the young man possibly couldn't name. Maybe begging, perhaps a challenge.

But it wasn't the time for questions. The young man grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside stand and pressed it to my lips.

Once the liquid hit my throat, I drank it greedily as if I had never tasted water from birth but the water did nothing to ease the heat coming out of my body.

"You... don't understand," my throat croaked, gripping the young man's wrist. I yanked him closer and stared down at this beauty, as if the world outside no longer existed. "Pleasure me."

The young man's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?" His heart hammered against mine.

Aware of the dangerous intimacy, the young man pulled back, finally breaking free from my grip as he sat up.

I followed him, my body pressed against him-a closeness that was both threatening and intoxicating. Grabbing the young man's face and forcefully kissed him.

The young man struggled again, hitting and pushing but I was relentless. Only this figure could stop this heat and satisfy me, so I thought.

Hurriedly removing the young man's top and moved to his neck, ravaging it with kisses. Slowly I worked down to his chest and captured one nipple with my lips.

A moan escaped the young man's lips, stealing his breath. Though he was still resisting until I took the second nipple with his fingers.

A pained moan tore from the young man's mouth. "Ple...ase... don't..."

Returning to his mouth, I took his lips with a deep, consuming kiss while my hands continued working the man's nipples.

My other hand loosened the young man's trousers and grasped his member. Stroking it gently, drawing another moan from the man's lips.

"Get... off... me," the young man gasped, still struggling against my hold.

A growl escaped my throat. "I will pay you enough money to live free for a lifetime." I forcefully pulled off the young man's trousers.

The young man trembled at the sight of what I was doing to his body. "Wha...tt... are you doing?"

"You want to tell me you're still a virgin? Don't worry-I'll go gently on you." Licking my lips seductively as I pulled off his own top. "Stroke my rod. It won't hurt to try." Guiding the young man's hand inside my trousers to touch my hardened member.

"It's... huge..." The young man tried to pull his hand away, but I forced it back.

"Don't you dare," I put his hands back in place.

"Please let me go. I don't want to," the young man said shakily.

His pleas didn't seem to touch me. "I'll pay you. Enough that you never have to work again. Enough that you can forget this ever happened."

I spread the young man's legs wide and rubbed his entrance with a finger. "Moan for me. Let me hear you moan."

"I...I... don't want to..."

"You don't have to be, baby boy. Just moan for me." Hissing at his response, I returned my mouth to the young man's nipple.

Taking a deep suck. Another moan escaped the young man's lips. "Yes, like that. Give me more sounds." I continued rubbing his entrance and sucking his nipples.

Tears flowed from the young man's eyes as he still attempted to free himself from my hold. I pushed my fingers into his entrance, making him scream in agony. "Arghhhhh...."

Damien POV

The young man's tears continue to stream down his flushed cheeks. "Please... stop," he sobbed, voice pleading and hurt. "I can't-I beg you."

I ignored his plea, my fingers continued their relentless intrusion, pushing deeper into the tight heat of the young man's ass.

Each thrust drew louder, painful moans from trembling lips, a mix of pain and unwilling response.

Without warning, I unzipped my trousers. Letting my thick hardened meat rod sprang free, heavy and pulsing in the dim light. I deliberately held it up there for the young man to see-letting him fear what I was about to do with his body.

"What are you doing?" The young man twisted frantically beneath me.

"I paid for this service," I said growling at him. "So you'd better make it worth every cent."

Forcing the young man's thighs apart with bruising strength, I positioned myself at the slick, abused rear entrance.

Teasingly, I rubbed the blunt head of my rod against the sensitive flesh, coating it in the remnants of the earlier play.

"Stop... please, I'm begging you." Fresh tears spilled over, he grew more frantic and tried pushing me off.

"Stay still," I ordered. "Let me enjoy my meal."

With one brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in his body.

A raw, piercing scream ripped from the young man's throat. His body arched in agony, every muscle locking tight around my invasion.

"Hmmmmm... so fucking tight," I groaned, savoring the vise-like grip. "Like biting into something fresh and untouched." Pulling back only to slam in again, harder.

A muffled, pained grunt escaped the young man. Seizing his jaw, I forced him to look at me as I set a punishing rhythm. Each deep thrust dragged more painful moans from the trembling body beneath me.

"It... hurts," the young man whimpered, voice barely audible over the wet slap of skin.

I didn't slow down either. I continue to drive in relentless, chasing my pleasure through the other man's pain.

An hour passed in a haze of sweat and sobs. Only then did I still, burying myself deep as I came with a low, satisfied growl.

Hot release flooded inside. I collapsed atop the shaking form, heavy and possessive, before claiming the young man's mouth in another bruising kiss.

"Hmmm... you're too sweet," I murmured against his swollen lips. "We should go for another round."

"I beg you... let me go," the young man rasped, voice wobbling, body limp with exhaustion. He had since lost the strength to fight back all he could do was mutter a plea.

A fleeting shadow of sympathy?-crossed my thoughts but they were gone in an instant.

Anyway, he was not going to live for long. "You'll be free once you've satisfied me completely." Gripping the young man's face again, I stole another deep, devouring kiss. "You taste like a sweetened corn cone."

I trailed his mouth down the column of his throat, nipping and sucking marks into his pale skin. My hands returned to his sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching until they peaked under rough attention.

The young man's strength had long fled; he could only whimper. "Please... let me go..."

"I said I will. But on my terms." My voice was filled with dark promise at this juicy meal. "Right now, I need to fill you until you can't move."

Lowering my head, I captured one of his nipples between my lips. I sucked hard, then bit down on the tender tip. A startled moan tore free despite everything.

Glancing down, I saw the young man cock. His cock stood rigid again, flushed and leaking. "See? Your body doesn't lie. You're enjoying this."

I wrapped my hand around the straining length and stroked-fast, intense, merciless. The young man growled low in his throat, hips jerking involuntarily into my touch.

"Let me go, you...Beast," he gasped, shoving weakly at my chest.

"Moan for me, pretty thing, and maybe I'll consider it." I quickened my pace, my hands flying up and down the slick shaft.

In seconds, the young man shattered. White semen spilled over my hand as his body convulsed.

Panting heavily, the young man met my gaze with tear-filled eyes. "Can you free me now?"

I grunted, already hardening at the sight of his eyes. I positioned myself once more at the abused entrance. "Stop looking at me with those eyes. They only make me want to fuck you harder and brutally, it's your fault this time."

With a deep breath, I thrust back in. The young man hissed in fresh pain, fingers clutching desperately at my arm.

Three more rounds followed. I took him ruthlessly-sucking, biting, marking every inch until the young man's nipples were swollen and raw, his rear entrance leaking and sore, his voice reduced to hoarse whimpers.

After the fifth release, I finally pulled out.

I rolled off and pointed lazily toward my discarded suit jacket lying on the floor.

"Take the cheque book. Write whatever amount you want. Then get out, don't disturb my sleep. I will visit you later...drop your call line." I turned away and sank into deep, satisfied slumber.

Elias POV

I lay motionless for long minutes, my body aching all over. I dragged myself to sit upright.

Every movement sent sharp pain lancing through my lower back and thighs. Limping into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray. Tears mingled with water as they poured down my face.

Humiliation hurt deeper than this scalding hot shower.

Pain throbbed in every muscle and bone of mine. The night replayed in cruel flashes: the initial thought of help to the endless violation.

After thirty minutes of crying in the bathroom, I came out and used a new towel. I dried off mechanically, avoiding my reflection on the side mirror.

I glanced at the sleeping stranger-hatred and anger warring in my chest. Seeing him sleeping peacefully made me want to kill him but I retrained myself.

I didn't want to destroy my father's reputation, I will deal with him when I finalize this business deal.

Gathering my scattered clothes, I pulled them on with shaking hands. The folder I had carried earlier lay nearby.

I snatched it up, unaware that a single sheet had slipped free and fluttered beneath the bed.

Limping heavily, I left the suite. The hallway blurred through tears. In the elevator, leaning against the wall as my mind replayed what just happened.

The elevator dinged at the ground floor and opened. Emily hurried forward. "What happened to you? You reek of sex." She slipped an arm around my waist, supporting me as we moved toward the exit.

"Just... some complications," I muttered, deflecting. "How did the negotiations go? Did you get a good price?"

She snorted. "No. Those fools kept insisting they were only 'able' to offer scraps. Obviously, thieves are looking for easy prey. I just saw those old bastard drunks' home, I refused the offer though."

We stepped out into the cool night air and slid into Emily's waiting car at the hotel entrance. As the door closed, I stared out the window, my body still trembling from the ordeal.

One of my hands was gripping the edge of the folder so tightly that the corners bent beneath my fingers.

"Talk to me," Emily said, glancing at me from the driver's seat. "What happened in there?"

I didn't answer immediately. How could I?

One moment, I had taken pity and stepped forward to help a stranger clearly in distress, barely able to stand. The next moment I was pleasuring him and being manhandled.

"I made a mistake," I said finally." by helping a man"

Emily frowned. "Helping someone is a mistake now?"

"...Not helping him." There was something in the way I said it flat, that made her stop asking for a second.

Then her eyes narrowed. "Did he hurt you?" Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I swear-"

"Drop it." My words sounded solute to end the discussion.

She exhaled but didn't argue further.

When we arrived at the apartment, I didn't wait for help this time. Stepping out of the car on my own.

Each step I took hurt, but I refused to show it.

Inside, I moved straight past the kitchen into the bathroom.

The door shut with a trembling click.

The mirror never lies, I stared at my reflection, taking a deep breath at the marks on my body.

There were marks, all over my body. Faint but unmistakably visible.

My lips pressed into a thin line, as I clenched my hands.

Taking off my clothes, I step into the bathroom.

Turned on the tap, letting cold water run over my hands before splashing it onto my face. Again.

And again.

Taking my sponge into my hands, I scrubbed my skin furiously. I wanted to wash away the atrocities committed last night.

Finally, I stepped out, dressed in clean clothes, and my expression had reset to my usual expression.

Emily studied my movement as if trying to spot something. "...You're really not going to tell me?"

"No."

"Fine." She pushed off the wall. "Then at least tell me this-did you lose anything?"

My hands instinctively went to the folder.

Still there. I opened it slightly, scanning the contents.

Every document is exactly where it should be. Closing it again, I replied. "...No."

That mattered. More than anything else right now.

She let out a breath. "Good, I'm sure that is our only way to win over Mr Carter. You've been guarding it like your life depends on it."

"It does." I didn't hesitate.

I walked past Emily and set the folder carefully on the table. My fingers lingered on it for a second before pulling away.

"That man..." Emily started, slower now. "You didn't even know him, right?"

"No."

"Then why help him?"

The question hung in the air longer than expected. Finally, I replied. "...Because he looked like he needed it."

She watched me with something unreadable crossing her face.

"Yeah," she muttered. "And look where that got you with your father."

I didn't respond.

Walking into the kitchen, I started preparing coffee for myself. "Emily, we are visiting my father today. Do the usual".

She stares at him, "Mr Carter has never cared about your well-being, not even how you survive".

I took a sip of the made coffee. "I have survived those years, without his care. He remains my father".

She slammed her hands on the table. "Your father!!! That man that focus on that wretched woman and her son. You worked to get yourself to this position and all he could do was to give that spoiled brat your position."

"Emily, I'm tired. I just want to sleep, just do the usual." I took a long sip and walked to my room.

"Are you still going to that place".

"Emily I don't know, I'm honestly fed up. I don't know if I'm cursed, all I do is never enough. Now I got raped".

"What did you say!" Her eyes widened.

"Yes raped Emily, I was raped by that man I helped. I.....I don't know who I offended.....I am fed up Emily". Tears stream down my face.

"I'm sorry, Elias... I didn't know." She closed the distance between us, wrapping her arms around me.

"Let it out," she murmured against my shoulder. "You're safe here."