New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle had hypnotized Randall to see his greatest sexual desire being realised. The only thing he had added was that Randall would not cum inside of him, as he wouldn\'t be able to explain why there would be no semen leaking from his butt later on.

Kyle leaned back on the headboard, his head heavy and dizzy.

Utilising the Kato Art in his weakened condition had really taxed his mind.

He had recovered slightly under the shower and, surprisingly, when he had climaxed. The rush of adrenalin that and hormones that were released during that time actually cleared up his mind and relaxed his body.

So, Kyle immediately put his plan into action.

Though he could have escaped from the handcuffs at any time, he did not dare do so until he was confident of disabling Randall. Otherwise, Randall would have just caught him and tie him up even more securely.

Holding back was damn hard, though. He had to bide his time carefully and even endure that finger being shoved up his a*s.

Urgh.

Kyle looked at Randall.

From the way Randall was writhing about and moaning in complete ecstasy, Randall sure is getting the f*ck of his life. Randall\'s c*ck was standing up so stiffly that Kyle shook his head. Wrapping his hands around it, he slowly started pumping. It was already so slick and wet from Randall\'s pre-cum, a sure testament to the sort of hot dream he was having.

It didn\'t take long for Randall to reach an orgasm, and Kyle clenched his teeth as he aimed that shooting gun right at his chest. Feeling the warm, sticky mess hitting him, Kyle resisted the urge to wipe it away just yet.

Man, that guy had a lot to unload.

When it was over, Kyle took Randall\'s hand and used it to wipe the semen off, and wiped his hands on the bedsheet. He thought of the most logical place to do so, just in case Randall was that meticulous in his observations.

Kyle was getting really, really tired and had difficulty even keeping his eyes open at that point. It was as if his body was shutting down at that point, with Kyle having gone beyond normal when he used the Kato Art.

Still, he pushed himself as he had to get everything in place before Randall came out of his illusion.

Seeing the bed as it should be, Kyle turned towards Randall and groaned.

Seriously?

Why the fuck was the man hard again?!

? Next Morning ?

Randall woke up slowly, feeling extremely happy and satisfied. Memories of what transpired the night entered his mind and he smiled. He opened his eyes, and his smile widened upon seeing the young boy deeply asleep in front of him.

However, he immediately frowned upon seeing that Kyle was still handcuffed to the bed. Feeling utter remorse, he quickly went to the dresser and got the key. Unlocking it, he choked to see the red marks left on the delicate fair skin of his beloved.

Guilt assaulted him.

He peered at that sleeping face. Until now, Randall couldn\'t believe how wanton that face could be in the middle of their lovemaking, Right now, those perfect features looked so peaceful and innocent, just like the young boy that he is.

Randall lovingly stroked the hair, pushing it aside so he could see his features better The touch seemed to have awoken him and he saw those eyelashes flutter before the eyelids opened.

There was slight hazy confusion for a second before his domineering Dean came back. With a growl, Kyle swung a punch right at his face.

Randall caught that fist easily, and then kissed the knuckles, while apologizing, "I\'m sorry, Dean. I mean, Kyle. I didn\'t mean ..."

"What? Didn\'t mean to be such an as*hole?!" Kyle hissed.

Retracting his fist, Kyle turned to get off the bed, only to jerk a bit, as if in pain.

"Where\'s my clothes?" Kyle asked, not turning to look at Randall.

"I threw them away," Randall answered.

"You WHAT?!" Kyle shouted, turning to glare at him, "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

Randall shrugged, not showing a bit of remorse, "How else can I ensure that you won\'t run away?"

"Er, hello? Excuse me? Who was the one that handcuffed me to the bed? ALL night?!"

At that, Randall really did look contrite, "I\'m sorry. I didn\'t mean to. I guess I fell asleep without realising it."

Kyle snorted and got up, saying, "And who was the one that said he could last the whole night?"

Kyle got up gingerly and walked rather stiffly to the closet. He opened it and found it to be empty. Frowning, he opened another and it was the same. He headed to the bathroom and it was empty as well.

"Randall, where are your clothes?" Kyle asked from the bathroom door, staring at the self-satisfied man on the bed.

"Oh, won\'t need them for a few days," he said nonchalantly.

"Don\'t fuck with me, Randall," Kyle hissed.

"No, I just plan to fuck you, not with you," Randall answered with a smirk.

Kyle rolled his eyes

"Oh, har-har. Very funny. Look, I\'m practically laughing my guts out here," Kyle said, his face dark.

Randall was unfazed and got up from the bed, heading towards Kyle. Kyle stood his ground, not running away like some scared maiden.

As Randall closed the gap, he couldn\'t help but feel his heart so full of love for that prickly boy in front of him, his eyes flashing with anger and not an ounce of fear within him.

There was no one else more perfect that him to be by his side.

"You can\'t leave, Kyle. You are mine."