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Math had never been Kalim’s strong suit.
You would think that as the al-Asim heir, Kalim would be highly educated, and most likely smarter than others– but no. He wasn’t… dumb, but he certainly wasn’t a prodigy. His grades were just below average, and he didn’t seem to care at all. To Kalim, everything was fine as long as he was having a fun time.
Jamil, however, did not enjoy this ideology of Kalim’s. He tried constantly to teach Kalim, tutoring him every single day, to no avail. Kalim just didn’t seem to get it. He would look at Jamil with a certain confused look, biting his bottom lip and furrowing his eyebrows– an expression that Jamil first found irritating, but slowly came to enjoy seeing. A certain sadistic part of Jamil liked seeing Kalim so helpless, as if the circuits in his mind just wouldn’t cooperate. It made him pity Kalim, but damn did he also want to wipe that look right off of his face.
Jamil always fantasized about grabbing Kalim’s face when he made that little pout, scowling at him and making him feel like he was nothing more than a toy for Jamil’s amusement. He wanted to grab Kalim by his hair, shove him down and make him shut up for once.
But another part of Jamil felt ashamed of these thoughts. He shouldn’t think in such a way about someone he cared so deeply for… right?
Math class was Kalim’s least favorite. He just didn’t get it. All of the numbers looked the same, and he didn’t understand a single bit of it. He sat with his pencil pressed to his soft pink lips, his brows furrowed in that ever familiar expression of confusion. A small hum of frustration escaped him, making Jamil look over and sigh.
“Still don’t get it, huh…?” Jamil murmured, looking at Kalim’s notebook full of incomprehensible scribbles. He wondered if Kalim was truly trying his best, or if he was just desperate for attention.
Kalim whined, rubbing his forehead. “I just… it’s so… ugh!” He laid his head on his desk, giving up.
Jamil couldn’t help but think Kalim’s whining was a bit cute; the way he relied so deeply on Jamil for everything. The realization that Kalim would be helpless without him filled Jamil with a sadistic sense of pride– and deep, unrelenting lust. If there was one thing Jamil loved, it was having control.
Jamil had another realization as he witnessed Kalim’s sulking. Maybe Kalim was dumb… but he could at least be useful. He was tired of Kalim sitting around and doing nothing but partying and leeching off of him, and he figured it was time for the favor to be repaid. He could see it so clearly– Kalim dazed and utterly stupid, at his mercy. The mere thought was intoxicating.
“I guess I’ll have to help you again this evening,” Jamil spoke, keeping up his act of exasperation even as his mind flooded with anticipation and excitement.
That evening, Kalim came to Jamil’s dorm with his study materials in hand, prepared for yet another night of not listening at all. He had just gotten out of the shower, it seemed– his collarbone glinting in the low light of Jamil’s dorm room. His neck and face were still damp, his white hair fluffy and messy from being blowdried. He wore a slightly oversized graphic tee along with plain black shorts, perfect for the summer heat. He sat down on Jamil’s bed with a dramatic sigh.
“Sit up,” Jamil rolled his eyes, patting Kalim’s back to correct his slumped posture. “We have work to do.” He huffed in irritation. Jamil had a plan to turn this useless study session into something beneficial for once– he just had to play his cards right.
A few minutes into the study session, Jamil spoke softly and quietly on purpose, forcing Kalim to focus intensely on his voice and words. He corrected Kalim’s hands while he wrote much more than necessary, making Kalim expect his touch. A perfect setup for his plan.
Jamil leaned close to Kalim, still keeping up the ‘helpful’ act.
“...and make sure you’re listening very closely to everything I say, got it?” Jamil whispered almost directly in Kalim’s ear, trailing his pointer finger up and down Kalim’s back in tandem with his slow breathing, creating a soft, comfortable rhythm.
Kalim found himself feeling much more relaxed than normal– he still wasn’t learning anything, of course he wasn’t– but something about Jamil’s voice, oh so easy to listen to, was irresistible. The feeling of Jamil’s touch also served to calm him, luring him into a sense of security. He nodded slowly, a soft hum escaping him.
“That’s it,” Jamil couldn’t help but smile. He loved seeing Kalim like this, so pliant and willing. Much better than the headstrong, hyper brat he dealt with daily. “Such a good boy you are, Kalim.”
A rush of dopamine flooded Kalim’s body at the praise, and he momentarily snapped out of his daze. “Wh..What did you say, Jamil?”
Jamil gripped the back of Kalim’s neck as if he were a feral dog, just enough to sting a bit. “Pay attention to your work, Kalim. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Kalim, for whatever reason, felt compelled to obey Jamil’s commands. Jamil was just so… convincing, that he felt he had no choice.
Jamil found his eyes wandering over Kalim’s body. He had positioned himself to lay comfortably on his stomach beside Jamil who sat up straight, kicking his legs absentmindedly. Kalim’s legs were smooth and clean shaved, still lightly damp from his shower. His thighs were reasonably plump, as Jamil tended to slightly overfeed him– only slightly on purpose. Kalim’s ass was cute and round, and Jamil was almost completely certain his hands would perfectly be able to hold it.
Jamil continued to gaze lustfully as he trailed his fingers up and down Kalim’s back, ‘accidentally’ slipping his hand up the back of Kalim’s shirt. He loved the way Kalim shivered in surprise, a slight gasp escaping him.
“J-Jamil?”
Just as Kalim turned his head to question Jamil, Jamil flipped Kalim onto his back and gripped his face tightly– staring him directly in the eyes.
“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask, bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”
Kalim’s brief panic quickly subsided as his eyes began to glow a deep red. He exhaled slowly, looking up at Jamil with a completely blank mind, open to suggestion.
Jamil smiled sadistically, moving his hand to wrap around Kalim’s neck. “Good boy. I like you better when you don’t speak.” He murmured, before smacking Kalim across the face, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him.
“Oh, you like that, hm?” Jamil chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he watched a red mark faintly appear on Kalim’s golden brown skin.
“Yes, master.” Kalim nodded, his eyes half lidded.
Jamil scoffed in amusement, smacking Kalim again. “Fucking whore. Just imagine how disappointed your parents would be… if they found out their precious son is a slut for his servant.” With that, Jamil pulled Kalim into his lap, holding his shirt up. He gave Kalim’s tummy a soft rub, before punching it hard. Kalim almost doubled over in pain, but was firmly held back by Jamil.
“Did I say you could fucking move? Stay.” He spoke sharply, grabbing Kalim by the hair. The amount of power he had was a rush like no other, and he was desperate to make it last. He gave Kalim’s stomach a few more punches, before making him get on his knees.
“Fucking whore… I can’t believe I have to serve you every day. It’s about time you learned to please me.” Jamil scowled, smacking Kalim across the face once more. Kalim was already a mess. His hair tousled, stomach bruised, and face reddened. His eyes glistened with pathetic, unshed tears– a beautiful sight for Jamil’s eyes.
“Only I’m allowed to see you like this, Kalim. No one else. You’re mine, got it?” Jamil glared as he unzipped his pants, hastily taking out his cock and slapping it against Kalim’s face.
“Yes, master.” Kalim nodded, already practically drooling over Jamil’s cock. He wasted no time whatsoever, sloppily licking and sucking. Jamil was by no means impressed, but he did love seeing Kalim such a mess; whimpering and moaning needily.
“Good boy,” Jamil exhaled, patting Kalim’s head. “So obedient… don’t stop.”
Eventually, Jamil got bored of Kalim’s lackluster skills, and huffed impatiently. “Dumb whore…” He grumbled, gripping Kalim’s head and shoving his cock down Kalim’s throat and thrusting relentlessly. Kalim gagged and sputtered, choking as his breathing was quite restricted. Jamil didn’t seem to care at all, continuing to fuck Kalim’s throat.
“Stay…fucking– still!” He grunted, thrusting a few more times before spilling down Kalim’s throat. He pulled out and covered Kalim’s mouth with his hand. “Swallow.” He commanded, and Kalim obeyed.
Jamil zipped his pants back up, before gripping Kalim’s hair once again. “When you hear the words ‘good boy’, you will fall right back into this state of mind, got it?”
Kalim nodded eagerly. “Yes, master.” He responded, his voice slightly hoarse.
Jamil released Kalim from his magic, leaving the boy dazed and confused, wondering how he got on the floor. Jamil, ever the skilled actor, pretended to be concerned– shaking Kalim by his shoulders.
“Kalim, are you alright? We were studying, and you suddenly fell out of bed!” He shook his head worriedly.
Kalim blinked in confusion, looking up at Jamil as he was helped to stand up. “I… I’m alright. Just… tired.” He whined childishly, as always.
Jamil nodded in faux sympathy, helping Kalim lay down. “Of course, of course. You’ve had quite a long day. Get some rest, Kalim. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
The next day, Kalim was just as energetic as ever. Happy, talkative, with absolutely zero memory of the night before. Jamil was almost ecstatic over it, delighted that his little plan had worked so smoothly.
However, there was a small problem– specifically with the trigger Jamil had set. They were in Professor Crewel’s class now, and he had a tendency to call his well-behaved students ‘good boys’. If things went wrong, it would be a very awkward situation. Even though Jamil loved the idea of getting to show off that he practically owned the al-Asim heir, he knew that such thoughts should stay fantasies.
About 30 minutes into class, a student had answered a question correctly, and Professor Crewel had responded– “Good boy!”
In an instant, Jamil’s blood ran cold. He glanced over at Kalim, whose eyes had gone that same deep, glowing red. Jamil kept a tight grip on Kalim’s arm, and whispered in his ear.
“Stay quiet, or else.”
Kalim nodded, keeping his mouth shut… but there was a separate problem. Kalim seemed to be feeling rather affectionate in his entranced state. He leaned his head on Jamil’s shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his neck and grinding against his thigh. This quickly drew attention from the other students, who began to whisper and giggle curiously.
Jamil, mortified, quickly stood up and dragged Kalim out of the classroom. “Excuse us, professor. Kalim is quite tired.” He grumbled in irritation.
Once out in the hallway, Jamil slammed Kalim against the wall. “What on earth is wrong with you? God, I should’ve been more careful with that trigger–” He then caught Kalim’s gaze, needy and desperate. His face was flushed, and he held tightly onto Jamil’s shoulders.
“...desperate slut.” Jamil huffed, turning Kalim around and grinding his hips against his ass. “I’ll fuck you here, but you won’t cum unless untouched. Got it?” He scolded, wrapping his hands around Kalim’s throat.
“Y-Yes, master…” Kalim whined pathetically as his pants and underwear were pulled down. Before he knew it, Jamil’s cock was being thrusted roughly into his ass without warning, and without lube. He yelped in pain, but his throat was squeezed to keep him silent.
Jamil loved the sound of Kalim’s choked whimpers and pathetic whines, keeping a tight grip on the boy’s throat. “Stay fucking quiet… only good boys get prep, and you’ve been misbehaving.” He continued to roughly fuck Kalim, not caring if someone saw them in the middle of the hallway. This was about disciplining his property.
Once Jamil had filled Kalim up properly, he pulled out and gave Kalim’s ass a sharp smack, before getting himself and Kalim redressed. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Kalim’s exhaustion, walking back towards the classroom.
“Clean yourself up and get back to class.” Jamil scolded, before releasing Kalim from his magic.
Kalim snapped out of it, dazed and sore. He stood up with a small whine, realizing just how much his ass hurt. He stopped in the bathroom and found that cum was dripping down his legs. Despite this, he wasn’t disgusted nor shocked. He whimpered, scooping up some of the sticky white liquid on his fingers and tasting it. He would certainly have to figure out who fucked him so good, to make sure it would happen again.