The temperature-controlled and humidity-regulated basement was eerily quiet. Soft light fell from the top of his head, shining on Chu Yunhan’s bare skin. The skin that had not seen the sun for a long time showed a porcelain-like whiteness, which made the red marks on the back even more eye-catching.
They were the marks of whip strokes, crossing and slanting from side to side, each one almost equidistant from the other in a parallel reddish colour, but none of them broke the skin or drew blood. He knelt on the carpet, his legs slightly apart, his upper body upright, and his hands hanging by his sides. Because of the pain, his body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat from his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped on his collarbone.
He was much thinner than two months ago. His collarbone was obviously sunken, his chin was sharpened, and there were faint dark shadows under his eyes. The whole person looked fragile and tired. Despite having a dedicated nutritionist and chef preparing balanced meals for him daily and eating everything as ordered by the man, his weight continued to drop. He could hardly sleep and spent his days curled up in his room, refusing to go anywhere. His nerves had become extremely sensitive, rejecting all physical contact except from Chu Yichen. Whenever anyone came close, he would instinctively flinch away.
In fact, what he feared most was his touch, and Chu Yichen knew this in his heart. It was just that this fear was suppressed by other deeper fears in the repeated training. Because of the fear of pain and punishment, Chu Yunhan’s body suppressed his fear of him and turned it into a slight tremor.
If you stop here… everything will be in vain.
You made your decision from the beginning, right? Why are you still wavering?
There’s just one last step left.
The man sitting on the black single sofa clenched the riding crop in his hand, stood up, walked to the kneeling man, raised his chin with his hand, and said, “What should you address me as? Have you thought about it?”
Chu Yunhan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.
It had been three days. The man’s methods made his life worse than death, but he still refused to call out the word ‘master’. He couldn’t explain why he was still persisting at this point.
There was obviously nothing left.
Dignity, hope, and faith were torn apart bit by bit by that man’s own hands, and even his body became completely uncontrollable. What was it that he was still struggling to hold on to now?
He no longer knew.
He only knew that he could kneel down to Chu Yichen, cry and beg for mercy, and obey his rules because he knew deep down in his heart that all the actions were forced. But the addressing him as ‘Master’ was different. This means that in addition to giving up his body, he must also give up the person named Chu Yunhan.
And that was the last thing he had.
Every night when he couldn’t sleep, he told himself over and over again that no matter what happened in this basement, he was still alive, and he was still himself. He was afraid that under Chu Yichen’s ploy, he would really begin to identify with his existence as a sub and truly become a puppet that only succumbed to sex and lost its soul. So no matter what, he never said it.
For Chu Yichen, the acknowledgement of identity as a slave was the most important step. He wanted to turn a person who originally had a normal sexual orientation and without any BDSM needs into a pure sub, and Chu Yunhan’s sense of self had to be completely shattered.
At this point, the two sides fell into a stalemate, like a tit-for-tat chess game, reaching the end. Whoever could persist to the end would be the winner.
As time passed, the silence became a challenge to patience. The man put down the whip in his hand and said in a deep voice, “Okay. Let’s try and see how long you can hold on.”
Chu Yunhan, who was pressed face down on the sofa, let out a mournful cry of pain as Chu Yichen’s thick c0ck pushed in from his rear hole without any gentleness.
Before this, even if it had a punitive nature, the man would do a good job of expanding him when he fvcked him to ensure that he did not harm him.
But this time, it was different.
The expansion was not yet in place, and so did the tunnel. Yet the back hole was forcibly stretched to an unbearable range. Blood and lubricant dripped down the thigh from the torn wound. Chu Yunhan’s face turned pale, and his whole body was shaking. The slightest movement of that iron-like c0ck made his teeth chatter in pain. However, the man had no intention of taking pity on him at all, and after a short pause, he started thrusting. He pushed in deeply and quickly pulled out from between the white buttocks. There were faint traces of blood in the slippery lubricating fluid. The pain blurred Chu Yunhan’s vision, and he began to struggle violently. However, his waist was firmly held down. Chu Yichen adjusted his posture and invaded again. One ferocious blow after another pushed Chu Yunhan to the point that he could not even kneel properly, and he fell on the back of the sofa like a broken doll.
At this time, Chu Yichen put away all his tenderness, like a piece of cold ice, cruelly hurting him with the sharpest shape.
There was no pleasure at all in such rough sex; there was only endless pain. The pain twisted his world into horrific shapes, “It hurts so much…” His voice trembled like a helpless butterfly in the storm, begging for mercy from the other party, “It hurts so much, Yichen…”
The man’s movements paused. The blade of flesh broke through the opening and plunged straight to the bottom, “I told you how to address me. If you can’t learn, I’ll do it until you can’t cum out of your front.”
Tears rolled down Chu Yunhan’s face. He shook his head and begged in a choked voice, “Please… please…”
He was trapped in a terrible nightmare.
The pain swept through everything, and his body couldn’t help shaking—the pain seemed to be endless. The vibrator attached to the flesh forced him to maintain an erection while the black leather harness firmly blocked all desires inside. The horrific torture at the front and the ruthless abuse at the back were intertwined as if they were about to tear him to pieces at any time.
It hurt so much.
It hurt so much that he wanted to pass out and be done with it.
It hurts so much that he couldn’t help but let that word out of my mouth.
It turned out that he couldn’t hold on to anything…
He closed his eyes. The tears that hadn’t dried up yet shook down on the black sofa with each impact.
“Mas…ter…” When his dry lips trembled and said this word, Chu Yichen stood up close to him and injected streams of hot liquid into his body. When the man’s c0ck slipped out of his back hole, blood, lubricant, and white turbidity flowed down the inner thigh. The man turned off the vibrator and turned his ravaged body over to face him.
Chu Yunhan was already exhausted, with wet tears hanging on his pale face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were so hollow that there was no light. He said hoarsely, “Please… kill me…”
He gave up.
He gave up resistance, gave up struggling, and gave up his own self.
Chu Yichen’s pupils shrank suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said coldly, “You can’t die.”
Chu Yunhan looked at him, with some dim light in his eyes, as if he was about to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. His eyelids closed weakly, and he fell asleep due to exhaustion.
The man stood in silence for a moment, then took a thin blanket and wrapped him in it. He then took him out of the basement, placed him on his big bed, and said to Du Chuan, “Call Zhang Juan here.”
Wearing a nightgown, Dr. Zhang hurried over and asked nervously as soon as he entered the door, “What’s wrong with you? Something happened again?”
“I’m fine. He’s the one that’s injured.” Chu Yichen looked in the direction of the bed.
Zhang Juan relaxed a little and lifted the blanket. He saw the whip marks on Chu Yunhan’s back and the mess between his legs, and frowned, “How did it get like this?”
“I lost control for a moment.” The man sitting on the sofa had a calm expression, like a lone traveller wandering through a vast desert, carrying with him the weight of dust, desolation, and loneliness yet remaining unreadable to those who looked at him.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Juan shook his head helplessly. He spread Chu Yunhan’s legs and used an anal expander to open the mucous membrane gently. He cleaned the inside, carefully inspected it, applied medicine, and said, “The sphincter muscle is torn and bruised inside. It’s very difficult to heal the injury there. Don’t feed him hot food for the next few days. His wound needs to be cleaned and medicated every day. If you want him to get better, don’t sleep with him anytime soon, especially in such a rough way.”
Zhang Juan was born into a family of renowned medical practitioners, but after his father offended a high-ranking official, the family fell into ruin. The Chu family had once extended kindness and protection to him. Upon returning from studying abroad, he stayed on as the Chu family’s private physician. His relationship with Chu Yichen was exceptionally close, almost like brothers, so his manner of speaking was much more casual than that of others.
Chu Yichen sat silently and said nothing.
Zhang Juan looked at the man on the bed, then at him, and said, “Are you torturing him, or are you torturing yourself?” Finally, he couldn’t help but add, “I know there are some things I shouldn’t say, but…”
“Then don’t say it.” The man interrupted.
Dr. Zhang choked and angrily put the glass bottle on the small table, “Fine, I won’t say anything. The medicine is here, so go ahead and do whatever you want…” and went out angrily.
Chu Yichen got up and went to the bathroom to get warm water and wiped the sleeping body clean little by little. Chu Yunhan, who was unconscious at this moment, was like a quiet doll, obediently at his mercy. His eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes were stained with tiny teardrops, making him look sad and fragile. His lips were bitten again, red and swollen, and took on a more beautiful colour. The man carefully applied ointment to his injured area, then wrapped the man in a fluffy blanket and carried him back to his room, laying him gently on the bed.
No light was turned on.
The moonlight outside the window was bright, spreading a layer of frosty white on the ground.
Chu Yichen sat by the bed and looked at the sleeping man quietly. He was as still as a statue, and his eyes were swarming with many mixed emotions. They were entangled and swirling, forming a huge vortex that sucked in all the light.
After sitting quietly for a long time, he made a move and gently stroked the cheek with his fingers.
“I wish I could just destroy you.”
Under the moonlight, the man spoke slowly, but his slightly lowered eyes were full of sadness and loneliness.
He sat by the bed all night.
It was as if he was a lonely king guarding a deserted city.
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