30 Days of No Nut Smut ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Day 8: Bondage (Blackmadhi)

Knife
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Mild Spirit of Justice spoilers//

He stared out the window into the distance. A mere two months had passed since Queen Ga'ran was dethroned, and yet, the Khura'inese landscape looked as peaceful as ever. Even though the prosecutor office had already gone through the busiest days, the pent-up stress still felt present, acting on every cell of his body.

"Prosecutor Sadhmadhi, is everything alright?" Ema's voice jerked Nahyuta out of his thoughts. "Were you listening to me?"

"Huh? Yes. My apologies." He turned to look at her with his usual gentle smile, "My focus seems to be fairly affected as of lately. If the investigation is finished, you can leave the reports on top of my desk at the office. I will take care of the rest."

Ema looked pensive for a moment, before responding, "I see... Well, then. See you tomorrow in court."

"May the Holy Mother be with you." He did a traditional praying motion as she closed the door of his humble home, and the thoughts came back to him. "I wonder how he is doing..." He mumbled under his breath, and his eyes directed to the stairs that lead to his basement. There was no one there to stop him.

He stood and walked downstairs, where a previous argument had been left unresolved. His eyes needed to adapt to the near to pitch-black darkness, the most faithful source of light down there being three old aromatic candles that helped to set the atmosphere.

All of a sudden, a deep, hoarse voice with an characteristic British accent started echoing from afar. "Good to hear from you again, Sad Monk."

"My, aren't you a sharp one?" Nahyuta unzipped his coat and loosened his tie, before tossing them into the darkness, presumably on top of some table. "Are my footsteps that predictable?"

"Not only your footsteps; you smell like the eerie prison cell I used to live in." This time, it was followed by chains rattling. "This whole situation brings back those memories."

The candles illuminated the silhouette of a man with a quite muscular build chained to the far back wall, only wearing a dirty rag that covered his eyes, and heavy shackles that kept his feet in place.

"Mmhm... Good to know you are enjoying yourself, Simon Blackquill." Nahyuta smirked upon such beautiful sight, as his middle finger intruded into Blackquill's mouth, causing him to lick it and suck it with gusto. His mouth emitted feral-like sounds, struggling to breath and suck at the same time until Nahyuta's whole hand was covered with his saliva. "Good boy." Nahyuta said, before using that same hand to explore his body further.

It made a trail from his mouth down his chest, playing with his nipples between his fingers, painfully twisting them, and making Blackquill groan in pain. "D-Damn you, Sadhmadhi."

"Oho... You dare to talk back to me?"

"Heh. What will you do, then?" His face displayed a wicked grin; they were both obviously thinking the same.

Nahyuta lifted Blackquill's legs, and chained them to the same wall his hands were chained to, keeping them spread open, and his butthole exposed. "Discipline, of course." On the other hand, Nahyuta looked as serious as he is in court, which foreshadowed that things were about to get interesting... for both of them.

Without stopping looking at his face, only to see his expression, he shoved two fingers inside Blackquill's anus.

"Aah... Yes." His shaft -already hard from the spicy foreplay- twitched at the sudden feeling of his entrance being invaded, and Nahyuta's started to swell from inside his pants. "I-Is that all you got to show? At home I have better spectacles than this."