Marked by Midnight 3

Jae was gone.

His voice was wrecked—nothing but hoarse whimpers and breathy moans. His body twitched, overstimulated and soaked, a trembling mess spread open beneath Kael.

Tears streaked his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down on them to hold in screams. His cock was purple, leaking, twitching from sheer need. His hole was raw and used, stretched wide from the brutal rhythm Kael kept up with no mercy.

And still—he hadn’t come.

Kael was relentless. Dripping sweat, chest heaving, he stared down at Jae like a starving beast. “Still holding on?” he growled. “You're strong, baby. But I’m gonna break that strength.”

He flipped Jae again—face down, ass up, forcing him to arch. Kael didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into him, hard, hips slapping, loud and wet and filthy.

Jae screamed—his body jolting forward, mouth open, drool slipping onto the sheets.

“No more—please—please, Kael—please, I can’t—”

Kael’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back, growling low in his ear. “You can. You will. You’re mine, Jae. My toy. My hole. You begged for this.”

Kael reached under him, stroking Jae’s cock—finally, finally giving him what he needed.

But even then, he didn’t let up. His thrusts stayed brutal, dragging Jae closer to the edge with every movement.

“Come for me, baby,” he hissed. “Break for me. Fall apart like the good little slut you are.”

And that was it.

Jae shattered.

His entire body convulsed, vision going white, a scream tearing from his throat as he came—harder than he ever had in his life. It was messy, uncontrollable, his body jerking and clenching around Kael like he couldn’t stop.

Kael didn’t slow down.

He fucked him through it—through the orgasm, through the aftershocks, through the overstimulation—until Jae was sobbing into the sheets, babbling nonsense, a wrecked, ruined shell of the boy who’d once thought he could handle Kael.

Kael groaned, low and primal, as he came deep inside him, hips still moving, grinding every last drop in with possessive fury.

When he finally stilled, he collapsed over Jae, wrapping him in his arms, kissing his damp cheek.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.”

Jae could only nod weakly, eyes unfocused, lips curved in a blissful, ruined smile.

After 1 hour 🌝

Jae wasn’t just close—he was already gone. His wrists were still bound to the headboard, raw from how hard he’d pulled, body trembling as Kael shoved back into him for what felt like the hundredth time. His voice was shot. His eyes were glassy. The only thing keeping him grounded was the heat of Kael’s body and the voice that never stopped whispering filth into his ear.

“Such a good fuckin’ boy,” Kael rasped, biting down on the back of Jae’s shoulder. “Taking everything I give you. You love it, don’t you? Getting ruined by me.”

Jae could only sob—his mouth open, drooling onto the pillow, body twitching from relentless overstimulation. His cock had long since stopped dripping, too spent to respond, but Kael didn’t care. He wasn’t fucking for pleasure anymore—he was fucking for ownership.

“You begged to come,” Kael growled, pulling out with a wet, lewd sound only to slam back in hard enough to rock the bed. “And I let you. But I never said I’d stop. You want this. You love being my little cum-dump, don’t you?”

Jae whimpered, eyes rolling back, throat trembling with every cry that ripped out of him. “Y-yes—Kael—p-please—m-more—”

Kael’s laugh was dark, feral. “You are more than just mine now. You’re my toy. My fuckhole. My filthy little thing.”

He reached down, fingers wrapping tight around Jae’s spent cock, and squeezed—not to bring pleasure, but to watch the poor boy twitch, squirm, moan helplessly at the pain-blended bliss.

Jae screamed, voice wrecked beyond words. His hips tried to move, but they had no rhythm left, only raw, broken instinct.

“You’ve got no thoughts left, do you?” Kael cooed mockingly. “Just cock and cum and me inside you.”

Jae gasped—loud and desperate—as Kael leaned over him, hand gripping his throat just tight enough to remind him who he belonged to.

“You want to be filled again?” Kael whispered, thrusting deeper. “Want me to fuck you so hard you forget your name?”

“I—Kael—I don’t—I can’t—”

“You can,” Kael snarled. “Because I said so.”

Kael slammed into him again. And again. Each thrust harder, faster, crueler—flesh slapping against flesh in a symphony of filth. Jae's body was trembling so violently the cuffs on his wrists rattled.

Kael pulled him up by the hair, arching his back. “Say it. Say who owns you.”

“You—you—Kael, you own me, f-fuck—please!”

Kael grunted, deep and satisfied, as he buried himself to the hilt and stilled. “Good boy.”

He came hard, his release spilling deep inside Jae, a second load mixing with the first—filthy and warm. Kael didn’t pull out. He stayed in, kept Jae bent over and split wide, grinding lazily as Jae collapsed beneath him, a sobbing, used-up mess.

But Kael wasn’t done.

He dragged Jae up, turning him over—bruised thighs trembling, eyes unfocused, body too sensitive to even flinch. Jae looked up at him like he was some kind of god—feverish, lost, and worshipful.

Kael cupped his face, thumb brushing along his wet cheek. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Completely broken.”

Jae shivered at the words, lips parted.

“You want more?”

Jae barely nodded.

Kael smirked.

He wrapped a hand around Jae’s cock again, stroking slow, teasing, knowing damn well it was too much—but Jae twitched, mouth dropping open as his body tried to obey.

“That’s it, baby,” Kael whispered. “Show me how far I can take you.”

Jae was sobbing again, hips jerking in weak thrusts. “Hurts—Kael, f-feels too good—”

Kael leaned in, kissing the tears off his cheek. “I know, baby. I know.”

He spat into his hand, slicking his cock again before slipping back in—slow this time, but just as deep. Jae wailed—high, broken, wrecked. He clung to Kael’s arms, trying to hold onto something—anything.

Kael began to move again, soft, grinding thrusts that pushed against every sore spot. The overstimulation was electric, overwhelming, setting Jae on fire from the inside out.

“Gonna fuck you nice and slow now,” Kael murmured against his throat. “Stretch you open until you can’t feel anything but me. Gonna ruin you.”

Jae's head lolled back, legs trembling violently as another dry orgasm ripped through him—no cum left, just convulsions and tears.

“Kael—please—n-no more—”

Kael kissed him—deep and messy and full of praise. “Shhh. You’re doing so good. Just let go, baby.”

And Jae did.

He stopped thinking. Stopped begging. Let Kael use his body however he wanted, mind lost in the haze of pain, pleasure, and helpless bliss.

When Kael finally came again, he slumped over Jae’s broken body, both of them shaking, sweaty, and soaked in each other.

Kael unbound his wrists, kissing the raw marks gently. “That’s it, baby. All done. My perfect little mess.”

Jae didn’t reply.

He just smiled—wrecked, ruined, and completely his.

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