I want you

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I Want You
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1.
Before getting to the main topic, I'd like to introduce myself first.
My name is Shen Changmin. Because I like martial arts novels, I quite like my name.
But this name was a combination of my parents' names, each of them randomly choosing one from the dictionary.
My younger siblings' names were also chosen randomly like that.
Back to myself, I'm currently a freshman at Shimizu Academy High School, less than two weeks into the program. I'm sixteen
years old and, unable to resist, joined the basketball, swimming, soccer, and billiards clubs.
I might join the calligraphy and kendo clubs later, but I don't want to. However, I find it
hard to refuse the seniors' enthusiastic invitations.
While I wouldn't call myself academically excellent, I'm not a bad kid either. I have no bad habits, and my conduct is fairly upright.
So I'm sure I haven't offended anyone.
And no one should be jealous of me.
On a sweltering evening, I went out to buy cigarettes for my dad, a few drinks, and
some sweets and snacks for my younger siblings, even though I don't approve of them eating them.
There are two routes from my house to the nearest convenience store: one is a long detour via the main road,
which would add twenty minutes to the journey, so I chose to go through a small alley, a five-minute
walk away.
Because there were no streetlights, the alley was very dark, and usually no one frequented it. For a while, it
was a gathering place for delinquents, but after a raid by the idle police, it was cleared out and never reappeared
.
The alley was quiet because it was away from residential areas; the shops nearby closed early, making it
incredibly convenient to do something bad.
Girls wouldn't be foolish enough to take this route, so perverted rapists had little opportunity to commit crimes there.
But what I didn't expect was that a big guy like me, over 175cm tall, weighing 67kg,
and fairly strong, wouldn't have a criminal desire to rob someone, especially since I didn't have much money on me.
However, it happened anyway.
After buying my things, I was walking home the way I came when I suddenly heard footsteps overlapping mine.
Just as I curiously turned around to look, someone delivered a swift, precise chop to my wrist. I
fell into darkness the next second.
Before I passed out, I still didn't understand why I had been attacked.
And then I found myself here.
When I first woke up, my neck was still slightly sore, indicating it hadn't been long since I fainted.
But apart from my neck, no other part of my body hurt, so I wasn't beaten up. But something was strange.
I couldn't see.
Everything was dark.
I blinked, and it felt like something like an eye mask completely blocked my vision.
And another strange thing was...
I couldn't move.
My wrists and ankles were bound, but not with rope; instead, they were made of fine silk cloth. Although it
was bound tightly and securely, I couldn't move no matter how much I struggled, yet I wasn't injured.
The last thing was the strangest.
I could clearly feel how good the material of the bed beneath me was. The soft mattress was
incredibly comfortable, a hundred times better than my old, rickety wooden bed.
The quilt was probably silk, super comfortable to sleep under.
I knew all this because I was completely naked.
Even though it was summer, I felt slightly cold and my body trembled slightly.
The main reason for the trembling was fear. Being
suddenly
attacked in an alley, even if I were beaten or robbed, would be better than this.
Now, blindfolded, bound, completely naked, blind, and unable to move—
how could a normal sixteen-year-old boy calmly accept this?
Perhaps a girl facing this situation would understand better.
But I'm a boy, unremarkable in appearance, and I don't think I possess any
qualities that would tempt someone to commit a crime, or that would turn me into the person I am now.
But the facts are undeniable: I've probably been targeted by a pervert. And
that pervert is likely a rapist.
I hope he's not a sadist too.
After trembling for ten minutes, thinking through everything, and anticipating the terrible fate I might suffer
, I finally regained my usual composure.
I started trying to figure out where I was.
It was quiet all around; besides the pounding of my heart, I couldn't hear any other sounds.
I couldn't sense anyone else's presence either.
So… after that pervert kidnapped me and brought me here, he just left me to fend for myself?
Did he intend to let me starve to death here?
I couldn't help but imagine two weeks later, the headlines in the newspapers: "Unidentified male corpse found in abandoned factory
, naked, limbs bound to a bed, suspected of sexual assault, prosecutors actively investigating…
"
Things shouldn't be that tragic, right?
But I'm not sure whether I'd rather be tortured by that pervert and then let him go home,
or just bite my tongue and kill myself to avoid a serious blow to my male pride.
My worst fear is that he'll rape and then kill me… I really regret why I used to be so prejudiced against homosexuals and
even played pranks on my classmates. But you can't really blame me; I'm already in my seventies or eighties, and I still
fantasize about having any intimate relationship with young people like us, especially since he's a bottom!
Wait… actually, I don't need to be so pessimistic. Maybe… it wasn't a man who kidnapped me, but a woman?
Perhaps some lady from the neighborhood took a liking to my muscular physique and wanted to have some fun with a younger man, so she kidnapped me
?
But I quickly dismissed this theory.
Which woman was so skilled that she knocked me unconscious with lightning speed, carried me all the way here,
stripped me naked, tied me to the bed, and then disappeared?
But where did the guy who kidnapped me go?
I left home at eight o'clock in the evening, well past dinner time.
Did he skip eating to ambush me, and then rush to eat after tying me up so he could
grope me later?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
As the main character in this kidnapping, I actually had time to think about all sorts of things.
But if I didn't find a way to distract myself, I was afraid I would burst into tears at any moment.
After all, this blow was still a bit too much for a sixteen-year-old boy, and I didn't know
what terrifying things awaited me.
The more I thought about it, the faster my heart pounded, and the more my body trembled.
Just then, I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening not far away; the door must have been on the opposite wall.
Light footsteps sounded, not the sound of ordinary shoes hitting the ground, but like soft, cotton slippers at home, just
the sound of fabric rubbing against the floor. It seemed like he was deliberately keeping his footsteps quiet, afraid of disturbing someone.
Was
he afraid of waking me?
He'd already kidnapped me here, what was he pretending to be kind for?
But I still didn't dare let him know I was awake, so I continued to obediently pretend to be asleep in bed, afraid that my pounding heart
and slightly trembling body would give away the secret.
The man seemed to be holding something in his hand, placing it on a table not far away. After a while, he
walked towards me.
My breathing became rapid. That guy was coming, the pervert who kidnapped me and stripped me naked… He…
He…
The man paused at the bedside, then sat down. I tried to relax,
keep my body calm, and keep my heart beating steadily, so he wouldn't realize I was awake. Suddenly,
a warm touch came to my cheek. I was so startled I almost screamed, but thankfully I held back before the sound escaped my lips.
The man reached out and stroked my left cheek, like a parent caring for a sleeping child, gently caressing it.
His palm was large and thick, and his body temperature was slightly higher than mine, which made me feel comfortable despite feeling a bit cold.
At this point, I was certain this man was definitely a man, but his actions didn't seem like those of a pervert.
What did he want?
Perhaps he was a man who had lost a beloved son, and seeing me, who was about the same age as his son, he impulsively tied
me up and brought me back to soothe his grief?
Then why did he undress me?
My reasoning failed again.
I desperately tried to ignore the presence of the person beside me, so I wouldn't feel extreme fear. The man,
apart from touching my face, didn't make any other moves, which gradually eased my initial fear of the worst
.
Maybe if I talked to him, he would let me go home?
But the next moment, I ruthlessly overturned my own thoughts.
Because the man actually started kissing me, and it was a deep kiss.
I was completely unprepared; his tongue easily invaded my mouth. At this point, I could no longer pretend and fiercely
resisted.
"Ken's awake?" The man's voice, slightly chuckled, was surprisingly pleasant, deep and magnetic; if he were
a singer, his album would be a bestseller.
"Hmm..." Could it be that he knew I was actually awake from the start? This cunning pervert!
He didn't kiss me for long, pulling away abruptly, as if he'd only kissed me to force me awake. Although I was terrified, I decided to take the initiative 　　and try to distract myself by chatting with him
before he did anything horrible . 　　"W-Where is this?" 　　The man seemed to be in a very good mood, sitting on the edge of the bed without touching me again, but I could feel his 　　gaze wandering over my body. 　　"This is our secret place." He even had the leisure to tell a lame joke. 　　"Um... why did you bring me here?" I'd heard that perverts were very sensitive, 　　easily provoked, so I carefully chose my words, maintaining a polite impression to avoid arousing his 　　desire to abuse me. 　　The man chuckled softly, as if I'd asked a stupid question. 　　"I did it on a whim, because I wanted to." 　　In other words: if I like it, what's wrong with it? 　　This phrase, popular hundreds of years ago, was perfectly embodied in this man. 　　"We... we don't know each other, do we?" Many sexual assault cases are committed by acquaintances. Although 　　I don't think I know anyone that perverted, he might be a convenience store clerk, or 　　a cleaning worker hired by a student. 　　"What do you think?" The man didn't answer directly, but I felt he should know me. Maybe 　　some weird uncle living in the same alley, but his voice was young, so he was a weird older brother. 　　In 　　short, he must have planned this for a long time; it definitely wasn't because I was unlucky and happened to be passing by that place that he grabbed me. 　　"Um... I came out to buy something. My family is waiting for me to come back. If they don't see me, 　　they'll call the police." I tried to discourage him. 　　"The police will only accept cases if someone has been missing for more than 48 hours." Clearly, the man wasn't afraid, and his 　　knowledge of the law was more detailed than mine. 　　Oh no, I couldn't think of any other topics. 　　The man waited a moment, and seeing that I didn't speak, he chuckled softly. "Nothing to say? Then I'll get started." 　　I felt the man's hand climb up my chest, gently roaming around, as if testing my reaction. 　　The tension that had subsided earlier surged back up, especially since I'd lost my sight; the sensation of my skin 　　was more intense than anything else, and I couldn't help but tense up. 　　"W-what do you want to do?" Fear made me ask a stupid question without thinking. 　　"I'll fuck you." After saying that, the man paused. "Sorry, I was being too vulgar; it should be said, I 　　want to make love. I want to hold you."

Damn it, no matter which way you put it, it all means the same thing: he just wants to play with me. Looks like my
little chrysanthemum is doomed…
Even knowing it's futile, I still started struggling, trying to avoid the man's touch.
My reaction seemed to amuse the man, who said in a chuckled voice, "Your reaction seems a bit too intense,
but I like it."
Like it? That's not a reaction, it's resistance!
But I didn't dare to speak, because the man's hand moved to my left breast, his slender fingers gently touching my
nipple.
"Mmm." The icy touch made me cry out involuntarily. His palm was warm, but his fingers were as cold as
ice.
"Very sensitive… this makes it more fun to play with." The man then began to knead my nipple, while his other
hand moved to my side.
I'm already very ticklish, and now that both of my most sensitive spots were under the man's control, I writhed even more
.
The next moment, even my mouth lost its freedom. A domineering and intense kiss ensued. The man forcefully pried open my teeth
, his nimble tongue licking the inside of my mouth, forcing me to respond.
A wave of disgust washed over me as I turned away, trying to escape, but I couldn't escape the man's assault.
His lips and tongue then moved on, kissing my chin and neck, before moving to my chest, sucking
on my skin—I could imagine the red and purple welts.
The hand that had been playing with my nipples abruptly left, moving down to my thighs.
Because I was bound, my legs couldn't close, and the man's hand easily slipped inside, caressing my
inner thighs, then smoothly moving to my testicles.
"Stop!" I cried out, unable to hold back any longer. That was such a private place, one I hadn't even
thoroughly explored myself, yet this man was rubbing and caressing it like a health check.
What was even more unbearable was that, despite my strong aversion to his touch, I was still reacting to his actions;
my penis involuntarily became slightly erect.
"You like it, don't you? You hypocrite." The man flicked my penis, causing me
to tremble sensitively and become even more erect.
"Damn it!"
The
man began licking my nipples, first kissing them, then licking them up and down with his tongue, and then
sucking on them like a pacifier.
I never knew a man's nipples could be so sensitive. My breathing became rapid, my body heated up, and a
strange feeling spread from where the man touched me throughout my body.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" The man suddenly bit my nipple lightly with his teeth, and my body trembled violently.
"You're really sensitive..." The hand that had been stroking my testicles moved to my fully erect penis, first
grasping it completely, stroking it a few times, then scratching the shaft with his nails, and finally rubbing my glans with his thumb.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out. I never expected to make such a girlish moan
. I was so scared that I immediately shut my mouth.
"It sounds so good. Why aren't you moaning anymore? Moan a few more times." The man ruthlessly stroked my penis,
while using both his hands and mouth to play with my nipples.
I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned as the man desired.
"Ugh...you...bastard...ah!"
The man suddenly bit me hard, making me cry out in pain.
"Don't say things I don't like to hear, or you'll hurt." The man lightly licked the spot where he had bitten me, his voice
low and threatening.
Of course, I understood what he meant. I was completely immobilized, and he could do whatever he wanted to me.
If he wanted to play SM with me, I couldn't resist.
For the sake of my life, I could only go along with the man's wishes, making sounds that seemed to excite him even more.
At this moment, I only hoped that he was just raping me. After all, my eyes were bound, and I couldn't see his face
or know who he was. I hoped it wouldn't be a case of raping and then killing me.
Anyway, I'm a man, so even if I was raped, there wouldn't be any aftereffects. As long as I could adjust psychologically, it would be fine.
I believed my mental strength was strong enough that I wouldn't become autistic or homosexual because of this.
His warm lips left my nipple, tracing a path down my chest. His delicate, soft tongue, as if savoring a delicacy
, gently licked my skin. My damp skin, exposed to the air, sent a cool sensation down my chest, stopping only at my lower abdomen
.
The hand that had been stroking my penis suddenly withdrew, and the shaft trembled slightly from the loss of pleasure.
"Hmm..." the man murmured, abruptly ceasing his assault.
I felt as if I had been dragged from a scalding hot spring and thrown into an icy river; my body, burning with desire
, slowly cooled. I gasped for breath, but my erection hadn't subsided so quickly.
"Your treasure is quite large."
Hearing the man's praise, a sense of superiority welled up inside me. Although I was only sixteen, my body
still growing, my physique was much more robust and sturdy than my classmates. We'd even played
size-comparison games in private, and not to brag, but none of my classmates had a bigger penis than mine.
"You're only just realizing that now?" I scoffed. I thought to myself that his thing couldn't be that big, otherwise why would he use this
method to tie someone up and play with them?
Although the body he had just been on top of me felt like that of a strong man, with muscles much harder than mine,
maybe he was all bark and no bite—strong on the outside, but his thing was only a tiny bit big.
The man chuckled and clicked his tongue, saying, "The color is quite nice, very pretty, and the shape is perfect too.
Seeing how easily you get hard, you probably don't masturbate much, right? Still a virgin?"
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Only then did I realize why he had suddenly stopped all his movements; he was admiring my penis.
Damn! This guy really is a pervert,
openly examining my thing like that. Thinking that the man's gaze was burning hotly fixed on my private parts, a strange unease spread from my lower back, and a hot lust
surged downwards, causing my previously limp penis to stand erect again.
"Really still a virgin? That's rare..." Hearing the man say with a sigh, an unnamed fire suddenly burned within me.
I got up.
It's not my fault I'm still a virgin! I had four girlfriends in middle school. The first one only went
as far as light kissing before we broke up; the second was a little better, at least we had some tongue-to-tongue contact; the third I touched
her butt a few times, and only by sneaking around; the fourth was more open, letting me touch her breasts a few times, but she
wouldn't let me touch her most important triangle area.
Every time I heard my classmates bragging about when they lost their virginity, how many times they slept with their girlfriends in one night, how they
brought them to orgasm, that feeling of ejaculating inside someone else, the pleasure that masturbation can't compare to, I wanted to
slap them.
"Never been with anyone before, no wonder you're so sensitive." My erect penis was suddenly flicked lightly, and
I couldn't help but cry out, completely unprepared.
"Since it's your first time, I'll let you have some fun. You'd better thank me properly later
." The man's tone was slightly teasing, and the word "thank you" sounded strange to me.
Even a fool could guess what his "thank you" meant.
Before I could respond, my gently trembling penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, moist space.
The sensation, unlike anything I'd felt with my hands, sent a shiver down my spine.
It wasn't hard to imagine what was enveloping my precious thing. This guy was giving me oral sex?
Images flashed through my mind—my penis being held in another man's mouth—and waves of nausea and disgust washed over me,
making me instinctively twist my body, trying to escape.
But the man suddenly bit down lightly, and the slight pain instantly frightened me into immobility.
"Don't move, or do you want pain instead of pleasure?" His deep voice was full of threat. I was indignant
but dared not move again.
Seeing that I had quieted down, the man lowered his head and took my penis back into his mouth. I had measured it once before when I was bored;
when fully erect, my penis was fifteen centimeters long, a huge size compared to my classmates. Yet, this man
managed to take it all the way in one bite; it felt like the head of my penis was touching his throat.
The man sucked intently, intermittently licking the shaft with his tongue, his fingers caressing my testicles, leaving
no part of my genitals untouched.
I involuntarily gasped, gritting my teeth to suppress the surging pleasure, but the man's technique was so
good that I couldn't help but tilt my head back, heavy breathing through my nose, my throat itching so much I wanted to cry out.
"Ugh... um..." My limbs were bound to the bed, I could only slightly twist my body, a light
sweat breaking out, my waist instinctively thrusting in and out of his warm mouth in response to the man's movements.
Damn, this feels so damn good!
No wonder my classmates all like their girlfriends to give them oral sex, this feeling is amazing. Despite my desperate attempts to hold back,
the man's skillful licking quickly brought me to the point of wanting to ejaculate.
Just
as I was about to ejaculate, the base of my penis was suddenly gripped, forcefully stopping my ejaculation
, and I let out a muffled groan of pain.
"Quick, as expected of a virgin," the man murmured playfully. "Not yet. Although I want to make you feel good,
I haven't had enough fun yet. I can't let you ejaculate so soon."
Hearing the man's words, my anger reignited. He really was "playing" with my penis. Why did I have to encounter
this pervert?
As I wailed inwardly, the man's tongue licked my glans, first circling it around the outside, then licking
towards the only opening, gently teasing it.
The deadly pleasure spread from my lower body to every limb, accompanied by the pain of not being able to ejaculate. I couldn't help but
tremble all over, my legs kicking unconsciously, but I couldn't move because of the restraints.
"You damn pervert... Ugh!" Unable to bear the heaven-and-hell pleasure and torment, I blurted
out in anger, and then my penis was bitten hard, the pain almost making me go limp immediately.
"I told you, don't say things I don't like to hear, it will hurt." His words, full of reproach and pity, entered
my ears, making me even angrier. It was as if I were a disobedient child, forcing him to punish
me cruelly.
Then, as if to make amends, the man sucked and swallowed my penis even more vigorously. The lewd squelching sounds made me
blush. Thinking about where those sounds came from, and being unable to see anything, I felt even more ashamed. To feel
so good because of the teasing of a man, could I have been assimilated by this pervert?
The shaft was being carefully licked, and the balls below were being gently played with by slender fingers, pushing and squeezing the scrotum,
causing a pleasure different from the direct impact of the penis. My whole body writhed, wanting only to escape this unbearable lust.
"Want to cum?" The originally steady voice was tainted with lust, becoming hoarse and deep, sounding incredibly ambiguous
. "Beg me."
"Dream on!" I gasped for breath, barely managing to utter two words, when my lower body was tightly sucked again.
Waves of desire to cum washed over me, but were fiercely suppressed, making me want to cry.
"It hurts, doesn't it? Beg me, and I'll let you cum." A slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement as the man
leisurely and gently teased my erection, his tongue savoring the glistening fluid overflowing from the small opening at the glans. Then, he
used my penis like a straw, sucking deeply.
"Ah!" No, I can't take it anymore! "Let go, let me cum..."
"Beg me." With a strong sense of temptation, his sexy voice coldly uttered two words, while his actions were completely
the opposite—fiery.
"You..."
"Beg me."
"Ah...I...Waaah..." Unable to endure it any longer, I sobbed, tears barely spilling from my eyes
before being absorbed by the blindfold. I whimpered uncontrollably, my head shaking incessantly.
"Be good, beg me..."
"Please...I want to cum..." At this moment, all self-respect and pride were thrown to the back of my mind; I only wanted to satisfy
the sole desire in my mind: to ejaculate!
"Heh..." A deep laugh seemed to come from afar. The man said with satisfaction, "As you wish."
"Ah!" With a fierce sucking, the restraint at the bottom loosened, and the two tubes working together made me
ejaculate immediately.
The man didn't let go, swallowing all my semen. I ejaculated three times before stopping, my whole body exhausted.
He seemed to lose his breath as well, collapsing weakly onto the bed, panting.
After swallowing my semen, the man didn't miss a single drop, licking from the glans to the base with his tongue
until all the saliva was in his mouth before stopping.

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