THE BEDROOM

Aarav was only twenty-two. Soft-spoken, a little shy, a university student. There was always a gentleness on his face, an innocence in his eyes. He had never imagined that a man like this would enter his life and completely break him.

Kabir was different. Thirty-five years old, the most dangerous mafia boss in the city. Always in a black suit, black car, eyes like darkness itself. People trembled just hearing his name. He had killed many, broken many. But tonight, his target was something else entirely.

He had taken Aarav from the club. Almost by accident. Aarav had gone to a party with a friend, and Kabir’s gaze had locked onto him — that soft face, that slim waist, those delicate lips. Kabir only had to give a signal, and his men put Aarav into the black car.

Now they were in Kabir’s penthouse. The highest floor in the city. The entire skyline glittered below them, but inside there was only darkness and heat.

“Take your clothes off,” Kabir said in a low voice. A glass of whiskey was in his hand, but his eyes never left Aarav.

Aarav was trembling. “I-I… I can’t…”

Kabir set the glass down. He stepped closer. His fingers slid into Aarav’s hair, gripped hard, and yanked his face close.

“Stop talking. Tonight, you’re mine.”

His mouth crashed onto Aarav’s. Rough. Animalistic. Kabir bit down on his lower lip until blood welled up. Aarav cried out, but the sound was swallowed by Kabir’s mouth. Kabir’s tongue pushed deep inside, wet and demanding, as if he wanted to devour him.

Aarav’s legs went weak. Kabir ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew. Then the jeans — yanked down in one hard pull. Aarav stood there in just his underwear, shaking, trying to cover his slim body.

Kabir undressed slowly while watching him. First the coat, then the shirt. Old scars marked his chest. Tight muscles, dark skin. Then the pants. When his cock sprang free, Aarav’s eyes went wide.

It was thick. Long. Veined. The head already glistening.

“Don’t be scared,” Kabir said, though there was no softness in his voice. “Tonight I’m going to break you.”

He lifted Aarav like he weighed nothing and threw him onto the large double bed. The mattress was soft, but Kabir’s full weight pinned him down and stole his breath. Kabir yanked both of Aarav’s wrists above his head with one hand and dragged his underwear down with the other.

Aarav was completely naked now. His small cock hung soft between his legs, already starting to harden from fear and unwanted excitement.

Kabir forced his legs apart. Hard. Aarav’s waist lifted off the bed. Kabir spat on his fingers and pressed them straight against Aarav’s tight hole.

“Ahh… no… it hurts…” Aarav cried.

Kabir shoved one finger in deep. Tears sprang to Aarav’s eyes. A second finger followed. In and out, rough and relentless. Aarav’s waist jerked with every thrust, mouth open, breath ragged.

“So fucking tight…” Kabir growled. “Like no one’s ever touched you.”

He tried to force a third finger. Aarav screamed. “No… please… it’ll tear—”

Kabir laughed. “It’s supposed to.”

He pulled his fingers out, spat on his cock, and hooked Aarav’s legs over his shoulders. Aarav’s waist was folded almost in half. Kabir lined up the thick head of his cock against the tight entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Aarav opened his eyes. Kabir’s were black with hunger.

Then Kabir thrust.

Halfway in with one brutal push.

Aarav’s scream tore through the penthouse. His nails dug into Kabir’s back. The pain was so sharp his eyes flew wide, mouth frozen open, breath stuck in his throat. Something inside him felt like it was splitting. Fire exploded through his waist.

“Fuck… so tight…” Kabir snarled. He thrust again. This time the entire length buried itself inside.

Aarav’s waist stretched to its limit. His legs trembled on Kabir’s shoulders. Tears streamed down his face. “My waist… it’s breaking… it hurts so much…” he sobbed.

Kabir fisted his hair, yanked his head up, and kissed him hard. “Then let it break.”

Then he started fucking him.

Hard. Deep. Without mercy.

Every thrust lifted Aarav’s waist off the bed and slammed it back down. Kabir’s cock drove so deep Aarav felt like his stomach would split. It dragged over his prostate again and again, but the pain was still stronger than any pleasure.

Kabir pushed his legs even wider. Aarav was completely open now. Kabir leaned down, biting his throat, pinching his nipples roughly. The bedframe creaked and slammed against the wall with every thrust.

“Say it… whose cock is inside you?” Kabir demanded, breathing hard.

“Y-yours… ahh… yours…” Aarav sobbed.

“Louder.”

“Your cock… in my ass… ahh fuck… it hurts… my waist is breaking…”

Kabir sped up. He was fucking him like a machine. Aarav’s whole body jolted with every slam. His small cock was fully hard now, leaking precum. Pleasure was finally starting to mix with the pain.

Kabir wrapped a hand around Aarav’s cock and stroked hard. “Come. Come on my cock.”

Aarav shook his head. “I can’t… it hurts too much…”

Kabir stroked faster and drove even deeper. One final, brutal thrust folded Aarav’s waist completely — and Aarav came with a broken scream.

Hot cum painted his stomach and Kabir’s chest. His whole body convulsed. His waist still burned like fire.

Kabir didn’t stop. He kept fucking him through the oversensitivity. Every thrust hurt more now. Tears kept falling, but Aarav didn’t tell him to stop.

Kabir slammed in a few more times — deep, hard — and then came inside him. Thick, hot ropes flooded Aarav’s ass until it leaked out around Kabir’s cock.

For a moment Kabir stayed buried inside him, breathing heavily. Then he slowly pulled out. Cum dripped from Aarav’s stretched, red, swollen hole.

Aarav lay trembling on the bed, eyes closed. His waist still throbbed with sharp pain, like something had actually broken.

Kabir brushed the hair from his forehead. For the first time his voice softened a little.

“Don’t sleep. The night isn’t over yet.”

He flipped Aarav onto his stomach, pulled him up onto his knees into doggy position. Aarav’s waist could barely move from the pain. But Kabir gripped his hips and pushed back inside in one hard thrust.

Aarav only managed a shaky breath… before he screamed again.

The night had only just begun.