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Toji grabbed him and slammed him face-first to the ground.
"Lift your hips."
Naoya, still tearful and terrified, did as he was told; he was in pain and afraid.
"Like I said, you're not running away, you Zenin slut."
Toji grabbed Naoya's skirt with both hands and tore it in one swift motion, pulling down his underwear and revealing his bare, small, round ass.
"You look like you're about to shit yourself. Don't worry, I won't kill you."
He started rubbing his own cock
"For now.."
Naoya was terrified; the cold air hit his skin as his back was pulled open, and he shivered, his small hands clinging tightly to the cracked area that had just been splattered with the blood of clan members. He was waiting for someone to rescue him.. but nobody came.
"Now be a good boy,If you thrash around and act like a whore, you'll be no different from a dying dog."
"T..toji kun.. i.. i really dont want to do this-"
"You dont want?"
Toji leaned closer to Naoya, their heads touching, Toji had already begun rubbing against the boy's rear, pre-cum was dripping from his cock, it was rock hard.
"You said you'd do anything, zenin slut."
Toji stepped back, picked up the katana he'd left on the ground a moment ago, and approached again.
"You're just like your father, a lying whore."
His voice was indifferent; he knew how frightened the child was, he could imagine him begging, he wouldn't kill him.
"N..No.. NO TOJI KUN.!"
Naoya immediately started crying, his lip trembling, and he clasped his hands together and began to beg.
"I'm just so scared! I'm so scared, Toji-kun!
he was crying like a baby.
"Why did you have to kill everyone..! my friends.. my family.. my-"
- Suddenly, Naoya was kicked hard in the face, flying across the room and crashing against the opposite wall. Blood immediately gushed from his nose. Before he could even register what was happening, another brutal kick landed in his ribs, followed by another.
Slumped against the wall, Naoya gasped for air, his vision swimming as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Toji didn't say a word. He simply walked over with heavy, deliberate steps, grabbed a handful of Naoya’s dark hair, and yanked his head upward.
"You keep talking about them like they could've saved you, hm.?" Toji muttered quietly. "They died begging, kid. Remember? Now dont waste my time and stay still."
Toji took the string of his yukata and tied it around Naoya's mouth, then tightened it very firmly, creating a blind knot. Naoya struggled, but it was nothing to Toji.
While Naoya was still going on, he roughly pushed him face down on the floor, spread the little boy's legs apart with his other hand and looked into his hole, his swollen and hardened cock seeking relief.
Without wasting any time, without preparing the child, he thrust it deep inside, all the way in. Naoya screamed in pain, but his cries were unintelligible because of the rope.
"A-AGHN!."
The child's eyes were bright red from crying. Blood immediately started coming from his hole, Toji didnt stop, he was thinking about his own pleasure, the Zenin beneath him was one of the reasons he was bullied and ostracized.
He hated them all, one by one.He could do anything to inflict pain on each of them.
Toji sped up, Naoya was writhing in pain and in shock, unable to do anything, Toji grabbed the child's small waist with both hands and pulled him towards him, entering him and continuing to have sex with him rapidly, Sometimes he pullling his whole penis out and then shove it all the way back in.
His gaze fell on the boy's small penis; it was hard, but it was of no use.
As he continued to thrust mercilessly inside him, he ran one hand over the boy's testicles and small penis.
"The fuck is this? So small." Naoya couldn't answer; he was crying, clinging only to the ground for support. "Too bad you can't cum ..You haven't reached puberty yet."
Toji suddenly squeezed the boy's penis and testicles; his single hand was already large enough to grasp the small thing.
"A-aghn!.. ngh.!"
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
Naoya shook his head; he felt like he was going crazy as the huge thing behind him kept moving further inside.
He continued to slowly, the inside was so tight that Toji's movements were somewhat restricted.
"Fuck.. youre so tight.."
Naoya still crying, blood was still coming from his head, his whole body ached from the kicks and punches, felt like he was going to die, he was trying to obey the big man's words.
Toji felt himself about to come, so he sped up and grabbed Naoyan's wrists, pulling him closer. The boy could barely stand. Whimpering like a bitch.
"Nngh- nggh..!"
Naoya forced his head towards Toji.
"T..towji..k..kun..!"
Toji didn't even care, he sped up even more, then suddenly stopped and thrust as deep as he could, and began to cum "Fuck.." he remained in that position for a long time; Naoya's insides felt warm and strange, but he was happy that at least he wasn't in pain now.
When he was finished, he roughly threw naoya to the ground, stood up, and cleaned the tip of his penis on the child's clothes. He pulled his sweatpants back up and put his yukata back on; his hair was sweaty.
Behind him, Naoya remained collapsed on the cold floor, trembling and unable to move.
His breath came in ragged, painful hitches as the stinging soreness and deep aches made every small twitch agonizing.
He buried his face in his forearm, tears mixing with the blood on his cheek, completely shattered both physically and mentally.
Toji paused briefly at the doorway, his hand resting on the frame. He glanced over his shoulder, looking down at Naoya with complete apathy.
"Clean yourself up," Toji muttered, his tone ice-cold and indifferent. "You look pathetic."
Just as Toji was about to leave, he felt Naoya grab the edge of his clothing, pulling slowly.
Naoya reached out with trembling fingers, weakly clutching the edge of Toji’s shirt. His body was wracked with shivers, the pain mixing with a blinding, paralyzing fear of being abandoned in the dark. All his arrogance had vanished, replaced by pure terror.
"Don't... don't leave me..." Naoya choked out through his sobs, his forehead pressed against the cold floorboards. Tears washed faint streaks through the blood on his face. "Please, Toji... stay... I'm scared..."
Toji slowly turned his body around, looking down at Naoya with heavy, indifferent eyes.
He didn't pull away, but his expression remained as c
old and unreadable as stone.
"Look at you," Toji said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Begging the man who just broke you."
He crouched down, forcing Naoya to look up at him, though his grip wasn't aggressive this time—just firm and unyielding.
"If I stay," Toji murmured, staring directly into Naoya's tear filled eyes, "you belong to me completely. You understand that?"
"Y..yews.. y.. yes.. dont leave me here..T..toji kun.."
He was still crying, a meaningless grin appeared on Toji's face, he grabbed the child tightly by the hair, lifted him up and took him into his arms, Naoya immediately wrapped both his arms around Tojin's neck and rested his head on Toji's shoulder
"The grand heir of the Zenin clan, whimpering like a beaten dog in my lap.."
You're not a spoiled child anymore, are you?" Toji chuckled coldly, slapping Naoya’s cheek softly,not enough to hurt, but just enough to humiliate him completely.
"A second ago you were crying about your family, and now you're begging their killer to hold you. Pathetic."
Naoya squeezed his eyes shut, trembling violently, unable to deny a single word as Toji’s heavy hand rested on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned right there.