The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Forgive me,” Kors said humbly, “forgive me, please, for those thoughtless words!” He started shaking involuntarily. “No, no, Nik won’t let that happen to me!”

“You are trembling so much,” Arel was very pleased, “now live with it and wait. What saves you now is that Nik will take care of you, but don’t forget about me too.”

Curling into a ball, Kors remained silent.

“Vitor, lie on your back and don’t move,” said Nik, finishing his preparations.

He calmly waited for Kors to obediently carry out the order. Seeing that Kors lay down, he approached, and, carefully kneeling beside him, bent over Kors, bringing a thick needle to the bridge of his nose.

Kors understood everything:

“No, please, don’t do it!” He pleaded. “Please, take it away!”

But Kors didn’t raise his hands to his face to protect himself. He pleaded, but didn’t resist, because he knew it was pointless and would only make things worse. They will end up doing whatever they want with him anyway, because they have the power and he doesn’t. And all the prayers are absolutely in vain. But he was so scared that he couldn’t remain silent, showing weakness. And because of this, he became disgusted with himself.

“Come on, you said you were ready to change,” Nik said very calmly. “You said you wanted to study. You told me that I was a bad student, so let’s see what you are!”

“How long will I have to wear them?” Kors whispered in some attempt to clear up the hopeless situation. Panic washed over him.

“It will be up to you,” Nik said, and drove the needle deep into the bridge of his nose.

Kors was sitting on his bedding, his head bowed low, and now iron shutter glasses were tightly fitting to his eyes.

“Why did I only mess up with you? What for?” He said bitterly.

“Why?” Nik asked. Kors could hear him standing near the table, his bottles clinking a little. “Vitor, answer yourself honestly! Don’t tell me you did it to help your son and bring him into the world of true blacks! You like to fuck with me! That’s all! And in addition, you wanted to get power from the Demon! You just got afraid!”

“I’m not afraid anymore!”

“You are afraid.”

“No, I’m not! I endure everything from you!” Kors shouted in despair.

“Aren’t you used to enduring?”

“No, I’m not!”

“Lucky for you, you got a good fate.”

“It means I deserved it!” Kors straightened his shoulders with some kind of doomed pride and raised his face, turning approximately in the direction from which he heard Nik’s voice.

“Think about it, and don’t forget to ask why you’ve been treated this way now.”

“It’s just that you enjoy torturing me!”

“Would you like to torture us like before?”

“I would like, as before, to love you and take care of my dear boy! Give me back my boy!”

“Return him,” Nik said, “I don’t mind, take him back.”

“How?! I’m tied and blinded!”

“Don’t know how? Then shut up!”

Kors fell silent, and Nik said:

“Say a word, I’ll pierce your tongue and fasten it. Do you understand?”

Kors nodded convulsively.

He heard Nik coming up to him, shoving a glass into his hand.

“Hold it, drink and relax. We will be loving you.”

“I love you too,” Kors answered him mentally and, taking the offered wine, took a long sip.

Nik and Arel fucked him in turn and at the same time. He could tell them apart, felt Nik’s hands as he squeezed him, and felt the absence of a finger on his hand. Kors really continued to love them and was afraid. But he was more afraid of Arel, because Nik was affectionate with him, and the prince could start fucking him and then hit him. Arel beat him, but still not as hard as before. He could just fuck and then kick him off the bed like a used thing. And Kors, crawling back to his post, endured it. Having played enough, they didn’t leave him alone, but stuffed a long and thick dildo into him like a plug. It was especially painful for Kors if Arel did it. He pushed this thing very roughly and as deep as possible, and Kors had to endure this stick inside for as long as they themselves didn’t use him. But they didn’t take away the coverlet and pillow from him, and he still lay on his soft bedding.