Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart-Chapter 94 - 93

The man who had led him into the room removed his mask and strolled to a nearby couch. As he sat down, one of Sora’s old classmates, Toru, hurried over and knelt at his feet, beginning to massage his legs.

Sora’s stomach churned at the sight. "Hey, Toru, stop it!" he exclaimed, unable to believe what was happening. It was humiliating. "Get up! Stop that! You’re a man!"

But his desperate shouts were ignored. Toru continued his task, completely unfazed. "Does it feel good, Master?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm.

The word "Master" struck Sora like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily paralyzed.

"It does," the man responded with a smirk, his gaze locking onto Sora’s. "But you know what would make me feel even better?"

Toru nodded immediately, his eyes shining with a disturbing eagerness, like an obedient puppy waiting for its next command. The man parted his legs and Toru eagerly went on his knees in between the man’s legs and unbuckled his belt.

Sora watched, horrified, as his childhood friend took out the man’s dick and began to suck it. Toru did not even look disgusted. In fact, he was enjoying it, moaning and humming as he swallowed repeatedly. The man was rubbing his hair, calling him a good boy.

Unable to watch any longer, Sora turned his head away, clenching his fists. He glared at the person closest to him. "Yami, what are you guys doing? Why aren’t you stopping Toru?"

Yami didn’t reply. He kept his head low, acting like he didn’t hear Sora.

Sora scoffed and turned to the next person. "Rukia, get up. This isn’t funny. You guys should stop this. Why are you sitting by these fags feet like their fucking sissies?"

"Kota...Jimin... remember what we did to them in high-school. They are nothing but a bunch of useless homos. We used to be the Alpha males. The top dogs. Why are you guys cowering like a bunch of scared women? Get up and let’s teach them a lesson. Just like old times."

Getting nothing but silence, he faced Arata. Arata was his right hand man. They had ruled their high-school together. He was sure that Arata would listen to him but was soon filled with disbelief and disappointment when Arata did not say a word. In fact, he scurried closer to his Master’s leg, avoiding eye contact with Sora.

The all looked timid and scared and Sora felt his blood run cold as he wondered what was done to make them like this. So frightened and so obedient. His friends were not like this. They were wild and fun, always ready to party. But now, all he could see in their eyes was fear.

At that point, someone moved and Sora’s eyes lighted up when he saw that it was Chris. Chris was the wildest of them all back then. He started to get excited but much to his dismay, Chris went on his knees in front of the one with cropped blonde hair and said; "Permission to speak, Master."

"Permission denied." The cropped blonde immediately answered. "Sit your ass back down or you won’t be able to sit for a week when I’m done with you!"

Chris paled and quickly resumed his former position. Satisfied, the cropped blonde ran his fingers through Chris’s hair. "Good boy."

By this time, Toru had skillfully made his Master cum and he eagerly swallowed every bit of it, eyes shining with delight. "Thank you, Master."

He cleaned up his Master’s dick with his tongue and fixed his clothes then sat beside his Master’s leg, resuming the massage, looking very happy to please his Master.

"Look at you, already hard from sucking me off." The man chuckled. He placed his shoe clad foot next to Toru’s leaking penis and flicked it, eliciting a moan from Toru. "Use my foot to relieve yourself. I’m too lazy to help you right now."

"Thank you, Master." Toru replied, looking extremely grateful as he began to hump his Master’s shoe.

Sora couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mind screamed in denial as he shook his head, stumbling backward in desperation. No. He couldn’t stay here. He did not recognise his old friends anymore.

Panic surged through him as he spun around and bolted for the door. His hands fumbled with the handle, twisting it frantically, but it wouldn’t budge. His heart raced, and in a desperate bid for freedom, he threw his body against the door, only to recoil in pain as his shoulder took the brunt of the impact.

Pain shot through him, but he couldn’t afford to dwell on it. His need to escape overpowered everything else. He had to leave. The people in the room were insane. Complete psychos!

He turned back toward the room, eyes darting wildly for another way out, but there was none. The room was a trap, and he was caged within it.

The men erupted into mocking laughter, their eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as they watched him struggle. The tallest one sighed, almost bored. "You can’t escape, senior. This is your fate. You’re going to end up just like your little friends here."

Sora’s gaze flicked to his old classmates, and a cold, suffocating dread settled over him. There was no way out. The realization hit him like a hammer, crushing any last shred of hope. He was trapped, and he knew, deep down, that he was doomed.

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Hiro woke up nestled in Raiden’s arms, the gentle warmth surrounding him like a comforting embrace. The first thing he noticed was the soothing heat of Raiden’s body, followed by the familiar, calming scent that was uniquely Raiden’s—rich cedar. The scent reminded Hiro of peaceful forests and the stability he found in Raiden’s presence.

Keeping his eyes closed, Hiro reached out instinctively, wrapping his arm around Raiden’s waist. A soft smile played on his lips as a wave of contentment washed over him. His entire body felt extremely warm and relaxed.

Raiden’s voice was raspy but laced with affection as he greeted Hiro. "Good morning, baby," he murmured, pulling Hiro even closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "How do you feel?"

Hiro smiled, his eyes still half-closed as he nuzzled against Raiden’s chest. "I feel good," he whispered, his voice soft and content. "Warm... safe... with you."

Raiden smiled, his hand creeped underneath Hiro’s shirt, slowly stroking his waist in soothing circles. "I’m glad," he replied, his voice full of tenderness. "What about last night? How do you feel?"

Hiro blushed, burying his face in Raiden’s chest. He couldn’t believe he had sex! And with Raiden!

"I enjoyed it." He admitted softly. He never imagined he would get so much pleasure by having Raiden inside him. Even now, he could still feel it. As if Raiden had left the imprint of his dick inside him.

Raiden felt proud when he heard Hiro’s answer. "Would you like to do it again?" He asked.

It took a while for Hiro to answer but he said; "Yes."

Raiden couldn’t help but laugh. He shifted a bit so he could look at Hiro’s face then kissed him gently on the lips. "I will fuck you anytime you want Hiro."

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