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The late December wind was bone-chillingly cold, but with the blood rushing to my head, the biting sting was almost pleasant.
Leaning my weight against the railing of the second-floor balcony of the vast Baddingham estate, I looked down at the gardens below.
Across the meticulously manicured lawn lay a sea of light cast by hundreds of candles and illuminations, swarmed by sharply dressed men and women. Politicians, aristocrats, television tycoons, and the nobodies desperate to curry favor with them.
The new year would soon break. Checking the garden's clock tower, their champagne-fueled laughter drifted up to me on the wind.
—Like ants swarming sugar.
I scoffed, letting out an exaggerated sigh. They think they are the center of the universe. In reality, they are nothing more than moths drawn to the blinding light that is Rupert. Even when the new year dawns, this dynamic won't change a single bit.
In all of Tony Baddingham's life, there has never been a time I didn't envy the privileged status of the Campbell-Black family. No matter how high I climb, Rupert will never see me as an equal rival. That reality sat in my stomach like molten lead.
At the center of the party below, the very source of my torment shouted, "Thirty minutes left!" to a chorus of cheers. Clicking my tongue at the sight, I turned my back and retreated into the room. Closing the heavy velvet curtains finally shut out the obnoxious heat of the countdown, leaving the overly large guest room in dead silence.
I slumped heavily onto the leather sofa in the center of the room, pulling a silver cigar case from the inner pocket of my jacket. I snipped the end with a cutter and lit it. I filled my mouth with the heavy purple smoke, savored the aroma as it passed through my nose, and slowly exhaled. The nicotine coursed through my veins, forcibly soothing my frayed nerves.
Let the new year stay away. This silence is what truly suits me. Just as I told myself this, trying to bask in a petty sense of superiority, the door opened without a knock.
"So this is where you were, Tony."
Rupert strolled in with the unguarded look of a man entering his own bedroom, perching himself on the low table in front of me.
The flawlessly tailored tuxedo, the immaculate black hair. And that faint, mocking smile. Every single detail infuriated me.
"The man of the hour, abandoning his guests to slack off up here. The crowd downstairs is weeping. It's almost time for the countdown."
I threw the sarcasm at him, but Rupert merely shrugged.
"I was bored. Ringing in the new year with that miserable scowl of yours doesn't seem like a bad idea."
Rupert forcefully snatched the cigar from my fingers and placed it between his own lips. His wet mouth drew on it, taking in a lungful of smoke before blowing it provocatively right into my face. Through the purple haze, his eyes gleamed sharply, like a bird of prey that had just spotted its next meal.
"Give it back."
"Don't be so greedy. Consider it a New Year's gift and let me have it."
With a short laugh, Rupert casually crushed the cigar—still more than half unsmoked—into the crystal ashtray. It sizzled out, leaving only a lingering scent.
Then, in one fluid motion, he slipped down to the foot of the sofa, kneeling directly between my legs.
"...What do you think you're doing?"
"Just trying to improve your mood. Besides, isn't this exactly what you were hoping for?"
Rupert's hands reached for my ankles, unhesitatingly untying the laces of my leather shoes. He removed them one by one, placing them on the floor. Peeling off my socks next, he wrapped both his hands around my bare feet, slowly stroking upward with his smooth palms. Then, leaning in close, he pressed his lips to the arch of my foot.
"You've always had a talent for insulting people."
Unable to stop my voice from trembling, I glared down at him with pure hatred. But Rupert didn't look humiliated in the slightest; he gazed back up at me with an expression of absolute elation.
Slowly, he straightened his posture and placed both hands on my knees. The body heat seeping through the thick fabric of my suit was uncomfortably vivid. Rising to a high kneel, his long fingers wrapped tightly around both of my ankles. Startled, I reflexively tried to pull my legs back, but his sheer strength was impossible to overcome. With nowhere to run, my back was pressed deeply against the sofa.
Maintaining his insolent smirk, Rupert reached for my trouser belt and deftly unfastened the hook. Pulling my trousers and underwear down to my knees in one swift motion, he hoisted my defenseless, exposed legs onto his shoulders.
His tongue trailed up my calves, caressing my knees before slowly advancing to the inner skin of my thighs. The wet, searing sensation of his tongue creeping higher steadily fanned the flames of both my humiliation and my arousal.
Before long, his face reached my completely exposed groin. Staring at my heated, fully aroused length, he gently dropped a kiss on the tip. Then, opening his mouth wide, he took me deep inside without a trace of hesitation.
Slumping back against the sofa, biting back my voice, I could do nothing but watch as his head bobbed back and forth. The great Rupert Campbell-Black was kneeling before me, ravenously sucking my cock, his throat swallowing repeatedly as he serviced me. That overwhelming sight violently satisfied my twisted ego.
Acting on impulse, I grabbed his hair, thrusting my hips deeper into his throat to flaunt my dominance. But far from choking, Rupert seemed to be enjoying it. Narrowing his eyes, he made the muscles in his throat ripple, relentlessly constricting around my penis while tangling his tongue wetly against the roof of his mouth to tease the glans.
"That's it... work it more with that mouth, Rupert."
Just as I arrogantly spat the command, his large hand slipped silently into the cleft of my buttocks.
"...Ngh!"
Before I could even protest, saliva-slicked fingers forcibly spread my tight opening. With a wet, obscene sound, a foreign object twisted its way inside me. The unexpected sensation made my hips buck violently in a reflex. I grimaced at the intrusion, but with my legs still hoisted onto his shoulders, escape was impossible. Rupert slowly probed deeper, as if testing the tension of my inner walls.
Without giving me a moment to catch my breath, he immediately pushed a second finger in. The blunt fingertips scraped against the mucosa, sending a severe jolt of electricity straight up my spine. The relentless suction and wet caresses of his tongue at the front; the gouging, stretching friction of his fingers at the back.
With my length still engulfed in his mouth, Rupert looked up at me through his lashes. The eyes peeking through the sweat-plastered black hair on his forehead were brutally composed, meticulously observing the collapse of my rationality. Rupert let out a guttural purr, sucking me in even deeper, and simultaneously spread the two fingers inside me into a tight 'V'.
"...Nn, ah...!"
A shockingly sweet, pathetic sound escaped my lips. As if satisfied with my reaction, Rupert twisted his fingers deeper, unapologetically churning my insides. Gradually, a third finger was added, grinding relentlessly against the tense entrance to stretch it wide. The wet, obscene sloshing of saliva echoed loudly in the room.
"Ah, a-ah...!"
"Relax. You'll tear."
Rupert loosened his mouth around my cock just enough to look up at me with a sadistic smile.
"I thought you'd be a bit more broken in... but you're tighter than any woman I've ever had."
"Don't fuck... with me... ahh!"
Even as he tossed out those humiliating words, his wrist rotated without mercy. His fingertips expertly grazed the soft, sensitive spot inside me, sending a fierce current straight up my spine, and my hips arched sharply against my will. Rupert kept his easy smirk, taking his time to thoroughly and methodically loosen me up until my core fully accepted him. Unable to endure the uncharted pleasure and humiliation that spiked with every twitch of his fingers, I let out another high, breathy moan.
As if taking that sound as a cue, he pulled his mouth away, a string of saliva trailing from his lips, and dragged his tongue down to my groin.
"Looks like we're both more than ready, Tony."
Standing up, Rupert deliberately reached for his own belt. With a cold metallic clink, he unceremoniously shoved his trousers and underwear down.
The erection freed right before my eyes was already furiously hard. Thick, dark veins stood out against the violently swollen, overwhelming mass of flesh. A drop of clear fluid oozed lazily from the pronounced tip.
Outside, the boom of fireworks announcing the new year rattled the night sky, but even the distant cheering felt incredibly far away to me now.
Pulling me by the arm, Rupert led me to the bed and sat on the edge. He spread his legs wide, leaving his ferocious cock entirely exposed, waiting for me with the arrogant posture of a king taking his throne. Panting heavily to steady my breath, I stripped off my shirt with trembling hands and straddled him.
The cold air bit into my bare skin, but inside, I was burning up like a furnace. I aligned my open entrance with his overwhelming heat and slowly lowered my hips.
"Ngh...!"
The agonizing pressure felt as though it was splitting my body in two. Once he had sunk to the absolute depths, I let out a deep exhale. Feeling the slowly spreading pain begin to flush with heat, I placed my hands on Rupert's shoulders and stared straight down at him.
"How is it, Campbell-Black? How does it feel for the golden boy of England to grovel beneath me? ...Eh, you little shit?"
Throwing the taunt at him, I began to slowly roll my hips. I dragged my inner walls against the hard mass buried inside me, pulling up shallowly before sinking all the way back down to the hilt. Using my own weight, I deliberately smashed our bodies together to create a lewd, sticky slapping sound. The intense friction generated inside me completely overwrote the lingering pain with pure pleasure.
Paying no mind to how pathetically my own erection bounced, I dug my nails into Rupert's thick chest and vigorously thrust my hips, intentionally gouging the deepest parts of myself against him.
I was intoxicated by the fierce sense of superiority—the feeling that I was bending this man's body to my will, fucking him from above.
But Rupert absorbed my movements effortlessly, practically reveling in the situation. My desperate urge to dominate him, to look down on him, was shattered the second his powerful hands clamped like vises onto my hips.
"Is this the same hip action you use to keep your patrons happy, Tony?"
Rupert's voice was overflowing with composure, as if laughing off my bravado.
The next instant, an agonizingly strong grip clamped down from the large hands holding my hips. Robbed of escape, my body was jerked upward completely against my will.
"Ah, gah...?!"
A deep, sharp thrust from below that perfectly gouged my sweet spot. It was a brutal reminder that my movements mere seconds ago had been nothing but child's play. Rupert didn't loosen his hold on my hips by a fraction; instead, he began to furiously thrust upward, driven by pure, unfiltered lust.
Caught between the downward force of my own weight and his violent upward thrusts, my softest, most vulnerable depths were mercilessly ravaged.
"Ah, aah! S-stop... Ruper-t!"
My screams, a chaotic blend of pleasure and pain, echoed across the room, but his relentless rhythm didn't stutter. After thoroughly battering me from below, Rupert muttered in a low register, "This angle isn't enough."
He forcefully dragged me down, pinning me flat on my back against the sheets.
Before I could fight back, my knees were shoved deep into my chest, and he pressed his entire body weight down onto me. It was an overwhelmingly submissive, humiliating posture that laid my deepest, most defenseless spot entirely bare. Rupert drove that thick stake into the inescapable depths in one brutal, singular plunge.
"Ah, aaaaah!"
The dull, obscene smacking of flesh slamming against flesh rang out in rapid succession. Locking my thighs in a brutal hold, he pounded his hips into me with the savage intensity of a beast. He was systematically and ruthlessly scraping out the absolute deepest, most agonizingly sensitive part of me.
Flooded with a violent pleasure that felt as if it were melting my brain, my body could only thrash as I clawed desperately at the bedsheets. My sweet, pathetic moans and the wet slapping sounds muddied the air in the room.
"Ah, stop, wait, I'm... I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
My pride, my hatred—everything was swallowed whole by the muddy torrent of pleasure. I could do nothing but cling to him and beg. Outside, fireworks celebrating the new year detonated one after another. Perfectly synced with the explosive booms, Rupert delivered his final, punishing thrust to the deepest core of my being.
"...Ah, a-aaaaahh!!"
My vision flashed blindingly white as I hit my absolute limit. Soiling my own stomach with white, my whole body violently convulsed as I was thrown into climax. Simultaneously, Rupert let out a low, guttural snarl, emptying an abundant flood of his hot, thick desire deep inside me.
The violent waves finally receded, leaving only a scorching afterglow pulsing within me. My mind completely blank, I stared out into space with unfocused eyes.
As I sank into the sheets, gasping for air, Rupert slowly leaned in close to my ear.
Below his sweat-soaked hair, those coldly lucid eyes gleamed. Basking in the satisfaction of having utterly broken me into submission, he whispered in a low register.
"Happy New Year, Tony."
That immensely self-assured voice filled me with bitter frustration. No matter how much ambition burned within me, no matter what I managed to attain, I would never be able to defeat this man.
As the celebratory fireworks thundered outside, I drowned in a crushing sense of defeat and the sweet dregs of pleasure, left with no choice but to lie mindlessly paralyzed beneath him.