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"Bagus, Nazrief. Itulah cara yang terbaik kalahkan lawan. Jadi, sekarang ini fokus untuk mempertingkatkan kemahiran itu dahulu selepas ini. Sekarang dah nak senja, siap-siap untuk balik. Jangan lupa esok jam 8 pagi untuk latihan lagi ya", kata Encik Asri yang merupakan jurulatih kepada Nazrief itu. "Bukan main banyak kau puji "anak emas" itu", bisikku di dalam hati sambil menjelingkan mata ke arah mereka yang berjalan berdekatan dengan aku. Hati aku membara pada waktu itu dengan kehadiran dia yang selalu menjadi bualan antara ahli-ahli sukan yang lain. "Weh, termenung apa tu?", sapa Aiman yang sudah pun berdiri di sebelah aku membuatkan aku sedikit terkejut. "Ish kau ni, terkejut aku. Siapa lagi yang aku tengok kalau bukan "anak emas" dengan jurulatih kita itulah. Makin rapat pula dia orang itu, meluat pula aku", balasku sambil menjeling-jeling lagi pada mereka. Aiman pun melihat mereka juga sebelum berkata dengan nada yang iri, "Makin menyampah pula aku tengok, sudah pasti dia tu "anak ikan" Encik Asri". "Sudah pastilah. Kalau tidak, tidaklah mereka serapat itu", balasku tanpa sedar tanganku tergenggam kuat. Sudah lima tahun aku menceburi bidang sukan lumba lari ini bukan kerana terpaksa, namun kerana hobi dan minat aku. Dahulu, aku pernah menjadi antara ahli sukan yang sering disanjungi dek kerana pencapaian aku yang terbaik dengan catatan masa terpendek dalam sukan lumba lari berbanding ahli-ahli yang lain. Namun, setelah kehadiran dirinya di dalam institusi sukan negara di sini, semua orang mulai mengalihkan perhatian mereka pada diri dia. Malah, aku juga mulai diketepikan dan kurang mendapat peluang untuk mewakili institusi dalam mana-mana pertandingan sukan, apatah lagi sejak dia mengalahkan aku dalam pemilihan wakil negeri pada tahun lalu. Impian yang aku inginkan selama ini terkubur dek kerana dirinyalah punca kepada bencinya aku pada dia sehingga hari ini. "Aku tahu kau sangat bencikan diri dia, jadi aku ada satu idea terbaik untuk kau", kata-kata Aiman itu menyedarkan aku dari lamunan. "Idea? Idea apa?", soalku yang tertanya-tanya, malah Aiman hanya tersenyum sinis lalu merangkul bahuku sewaktu kami berjalan ke kawasan letak kereta.

Pada malam Sabtu, aku sudah pun tiba di hadapan rumah Aiman. "Mana kau? Aku dah sampai ni", kataku yang menelefon dia. "Kejap, aku tengah bersiap-siap ni", balasnya lalu beberapa minit kemudian, dia pun keluar dari rumahnya sambil membawa beg galas besar sebelum diletakkan ke bonet belakang kereta aku. Setelah itu, kita orang pun bergerak ke asrama atlet sukan yang tidak jauh dari situ. "Kau pasti ke nak buat benda ni?", soalku yang masih ragu-ragu. "Kau jangan risaulah, tiada sesiapa akan tahu", balas Aiman yang sedang bermain telefon. Setelah 15 minit berlalu, kami pun tiba di asrama itu lalu Aiman pun mencapai beberapa barang di beg galas itu sebelum kami berdua naik ke atas. 'Tuk' 'tuk' 'tuk', pintu bilik diketuk dan selang beberapa saat, pi tu itu dibuka dan terlihat Nazrief di situ. "Eh, Aima...", belum sempat Nazrief menghabiskan ayatnya, Aiman terus menolak dia sehingga tersungkur ke lantai sebelum kain perca yang telah diletakkan ubat klorofom itu diterkap ke mulutnya oleh Aiman. Aku yang terkejut dengan tindakan Aiman itu terus memerhati sekeliling lirong luar biliknya sebelum menutup pintu dan membantu memegang Nazrief yang meronta-ronta itu. Agak lama jugalah Nazrief akhirnya pengsan, lalu Aiman membuka pakaiannya kecuali seluar dalam 'brief' putih yang dipakai Nazrief sebelum dia mengikat kedua-dua tangannya ke siling manakala aku pula mengikat kedua-dua kakinya secara mengangkang. Setelah itu, Aiman mengambil sebaldi air lalu, 'splashhhhhhhhh', disimbahnya air itu ke Nazrief sehingga dia tersedar dari pengsan manakala tubuhnya pula basah kuyup, apatah lagi pada seluar dalamnya itu. " Ai... Aiman? A.. Aqil? Apa... apa kau orang buat ni", soal Nazrief yang masih terpinga-pinga. "Hahaha, apa yang kita orang nak buat? Mari sini kita orang jelaskan, malam ini adalah malam perhitungan untuk kau. Malam ini kami akan pastikan kau menyesal sebab masuk ke institusi ini, kau akan menyesal sebab kacau kita orang", kata Aiman dengan lantang sebelum, 'bukkk', satu tumbukan dilepaskan ke perutnya. "Erghhh, sakit. Tolong, tolong lepaskan aku. Aku tak faham kenapa kau orang benci aku", kata Nazrief lagi. Aiman yang menyampah dengan kelakuan dia yang berpura-pura tak faham itu terus menumbuk perutnya beberapa kali sehingga Nazrief tersedak-sedak menahan sakit. Setelah itu, Aiman menyuruh aku mengambil beg galasnya yang masih berada di dalam kereta tadi. Lalu, dia mengambil seutas tali sebat berwarna hitam lalu dimain-mainkan ke tubuh Nazrief. 'Pappp', satu libasan mengenai peha kiri Nazrief sehingga membuatkan dia menjerit kesakitan. "Hahaha, seronok ke? Nak lagi? Boleh, apa salahnya", kata Aiman lagi sebelum, 'pappp' 'pappp' 'pappp', sebatan demi sebatan dilepaskan ke kedua-dua pehanya sehingga kelihatan beberapa kesan libasan padanya. "Arghhh sakit. Tolong, tolong hentikan. Aiman, Aqil, tolong, aku tak tahan. Tolong, arghhh", rayunya meronta-ronta namun Aiman tetap tidak menghiraukannya lalu tangannya semakin kuat melibas peha Nazrief. "Aqil, ambil ni. Puaskan hati kau malam ni, seksa dia seperti mana dia sakitkan hati kau", Aiman cuba menghasut aku yang masih risau dengan perbuatan mereka itu. "Aq... Aqil, tolong, tolong hentikan. Ak... Aku ta...", belum sempat Nazrief merayu, 'pappp', Aku menyebat peha kanannya sehingga dia meronta-ronta kesakitan. 'Pappp' 'pappp', aku mulai terasa seronok setiap kali melihat tubuh musuh yang aku benci itu menggelupur kesakitan saat tali sebatan itu mengenainya, malah perasaan dendamnya juga kian membara. 'Pappp' 'pappp' 'pappp', semakin kuat dan ganas aku melibas-libas tali sebat itu dengan seronok sehinggakan aku tak sedar yang kedua-dua pehanya penuh dengan kemerahan dan kesan luka sebatan. Dek kerana tanganku sudah lenguh, aku pun berhenti dan duduk di atas katil Nazrief yang bersepah dengan pakaiannya yang bertimbun di hujung tilam itu.

"To... Tolong, ak... aku tak tahan. Tolong, lepaskan aku", rayu Nazrief yang kelemahan namun tak semena-mena, 'panggg', Aiman melempang mukanya dengan kuat lalu mencekik lehernya sebelum berkata, "Dendam kita orang masih tak terbalas, lebih baik kau diam sahaja. Tak guna kau merayu, malah lebih kuat kita orang akan seksa kau nanti, hahaha". "Qil, kau nak sambung tak?", soal Aiman padaku pula yang masih berehat di katil lalu aku menggelengkan kepala dan menyuruhnya pula. Lalu, dia pun mengeluarkan beberapa biji penyepit kayu dari begnya sebelum dia menggentel-gentel puting Nazrief sehingga timbul membonjol sebelum dipasangkan penyepit-penyepit itu. "Arghhh, sakit. Lepaskan, cabut penyepit tu. Aku tak tahan, cabut. Arghhh erghhh", Nazrief meronta-ronta saat kedua-dua putingnya disepit namun Aiman hanya tergelak melihat gelagatnya sebelum dia mencubit dan memulas penyepit itu membuatkan Nazrief lebih kuat menggelupur kesakitan. Bukan itu sahaja, malah Aiman juga menarik penyepit itu sehingga tercabut dari puting Nazrief lalu dipasangnya semula dan ditarik lagi beberapa kali membuatkan tubuh Nazrief mulai menggigil dek kerana tidak tertahan dengan penyeksaan yang tidak pernah dia alami itu sehingga air matanya pun sudah bergelinangan dan mengalir ke pipinya. Setelah puas melihat kawan aku itu menyeksa kedua-dua puting Nazrief sehingga kemerahan, aku pun bangkit dari katil lalu mendekati tubuh Nazrief yang tergantung lemah. Lalu, aku pun terus menggenggam dan mengusap-usap kote Nazrief yang masih berselindung di sebalik seluar dalamnya itu. "Apa yang kau tersengih tu, Qil?", soal Aiman yang melihat aku tersenyum sinis sambil tanganku rancak menggenggam bonjolan pada seluar dalamnya itu. "Apa kata... kalau... kita mandulkan terus dia ni? Hahahahaha", balasku berkongsikan idea bernas itu padanya. Nazrief yang terdengar itu terus melepaskan celah kangkangnya dari genggaman aku lalu meronta-ronta cuba melepaskan diri. Aku terasa sedikit marah dengan perbuatannya itu lalu, 'bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', tumbukan demi tumbukan aku lepaskan tepat mengenai perutnya. Dengan tubuhnya yang longlsi setelah tumbukan tadi, aku pun mulai menepuk-nepuk celah kangkangnya beberapa kali sehingga Nazrief tersentak kesenakan. "To... tolong, lepaskan aku. Ak... aku tak tahan", rayunya namun aku langsung tidak menghiraukannya lalu aku menghangatkan lagi suasana dengan, 'dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', aku mulai menyepak celah kangkangnya beberapa kali. "Arghhh erghhh, sakit. Arghhh arghhh", jeritnya Nazrief dengan dirinya meronta-ronta diselangi dengan bunyi sepakan yang aku lepaskan memecah kesunyian biliknya itu. Sangat beruntung kami ketika itu kerana hampir kesemua penghuni-penghuni asrama itu tiada pada waktu itu, jadi lebih senang kami untuk bersuka-ria menyeksa tubuh musuh kami itu. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', kali ini Aiman pula yang menyepak kemaluan Nazrief di celah kangkangnya itu beberapa kali sehingga dia menjerit kuat menahan setiap seksaan itu. Aku yang seronok melihat gelagatnya sebegitu lalu terus mengambil tali sebatan tadi dan, 'pappp' 'papp' 'pappp', aku mulai menyebat bontotnya pula pada masa yang sama, membuatkan Nazrief meronta-ronta kuat bagai cacing kepanasan. 10 minit, 20 minit, 30 minit, malah hampir sejam juga sudah berlalu namun tubuh Nazrief tidak henti-henti kami pukul, sebat dan sepak dengan kuat diselangi dengan gelak-tawa kami dan tangisan Nazrief yang mengerang kesakitan. Tidak dengan itu, Aiman juga mengoyakkan seluar dalam Nazrief sehingga dia telanjang bulat memperlihatkan kote hitamnya yang sedikit terselubung dengan bulu yang lebat dan kedua-dua telurnya yang layut ke bawah. "To... tolong, lepaskan aku. Ak... aku tak... arghhhhhhhhh", belum sempat dia menghabiskan ayatnya, Aiman terus menyepak kuat celah kangkangnya lagi sehingga kote dan telurnya terbuai-,buai ke atas dan ke bawah. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', celah kangkangnya sekali lagi dijadikan tempat melepaskan amarah dendam kami dengan sepakan kuat dadi Aiman, manakala aku yang masih memegang tali sebatan terus-menerus dihayunkan ke dada, perut, belakang badan dan juga bontotnya sehingga seluruh tubuhnya penuh kemerahan dan kesan luka, termasuklah kote dan telurnya.

Setelah hampir dua jam adegan penyeksaan Nazrief di biliknya itu, kami yang sudah kepenatan pun terus berhenti lalu berehat di atas katilnya. Malah, Nazrief yang sudah lemah longlai diseksa tanpa henti itu pun sudah tidak sedarkan diri dan tubuhnya itu pun sudah dibasahi dengan keringat-keringat yang mengalir deras. "Hahaha, puas aku malam ni. Lega sial dapat lepaskan dendam ni, hahaha", ujar Aiman yang sudah terbaring di atas katil. "Apa lagi kau nak buat dekat dia", tanyaku sambil berjalan mendekati Nazrief. "Suka hati kaulah, aku dah puas dan penat. Aku keluar dulu, aku tunggu dalam kereta", balasnya sambil mengemas barang-barangnya ke dalam beg galas tadi sebelum bergerak keluar dari situ. Tinggallah aku dengan Nazrief yang pengsan itu di dalam bilik dan dengan peluang yang ada, aku pun mulai meraba-raba tubuhnya yang dipenuhi luka sebatan itu. Dari menggentel kedua-dua putingnya, meraba-raba dada dan perutnya, mengusap-usap ketiaknya yang tidak berbulu sehinggalah aku lancapkan batangnya yang kendur itu. "Eh, berdenyut-denyut pula kote kau. Kau ni pengsan ke tak, hahaha", sindir aku yang merasai denyutan itu dan terlihat batangnya juga ikut tegang. Lalu, semakin rancak aku melancapkan kotenya sambil putingnya aku gentel dan ketiaknya yang basah dan berbau masam itu aku bau. 'Cappp' 'cappp' 'cappp', bunyi batangnya yang rancak aku lancapkan memenuhi ruangan bilik sunyinya dan akhirnya memancut kuat air maninya ke atas lantai. Sengaja aku lapkan sisa air mani yang ada pada tanganku di dalam mulut untuk dia rasa. Aku ingat nak biarkan sahaja dia tergantung seperti itu, namun risau kalau diketahui oleh orang lain. Jadi, aku oun terpaksalah membuka semula ikatan padanya dan membaringkannya di atas katil dalam keadaan bogel sebelum aku menutup suis lampu dan mengunci pintu biliknya. Pada keesokkan harinya, saat aku sedang bersarapan di kafeteria institusi itu, terdengar aku perbualan dari meja sebelah yang menarik perhatian aku. "Weh, kau sudah tahu ke?". "Tahu apa?". "Nazrief, atlet kesukaan Encik Asri tu. Aku dengar dia dah masuk hospital pagi tadi". "Eh, betul ke? Apa yang terjadi?". "Aku pun tak tahu sangat, tapi apa yang dia orang cakap, dia ditemui dengan keadaan telanjang dan tergantung dalam biliknya. Tubuh dia penuh luka, lubang bontotnya juga kena jolok dengan dildo. Telur dia pun kemerahan, mandul dah tu". "Tergantung? Dildo?", terkejut aku mendengar perbualan mereka itu. Setahu aku, aku sudah pun membuka ikatan dan membaringkannya di atas katil semalam. "Siapa yang ikat dia semula?", fikirku lalu terlintas di fikiran aku seseorang yang mungkin adalah pelakunya, "Aiman".

-Tamat-

M.N.A_97
Faris_Shah

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"Nice, Nazrief. That's the best way to defeat the opponent. So, now focus on improving that skill first after this. Now it's almost dusk, get ready to go back. Don't forget tomorrow at 8 am for another training, okay", said Encik Asri who is Nazrief's coach. "A lot of praise you give to that "golden boy", I whispered in my heart while squinting at those walking near me. My heart was burning at that time with the presence of him who was always the subject of conversation between other sportsmen. "Hey, what are you thinking about?", said Aiman who was already standing next to me, making me a little surprised. "Oh, you, you make me a little bit surprised. Who else do I see if not that "golden boy" with our coach. The more I see that person, the more disgusted I am", I replied while glaring at them again. Aiman looked at them too before saying with an envious tone, "They become more closer, he is definitely Mr. Asri's "favourite boy". "It's for sure. Otherwise, they wouldn't be that close", I replied without realizing that my hands were clenched tightly. It's been five years since I entered this sport, not because I had to, but because of my hobby and interest. In the past, I used to be one of the sportsmen who was often praised because of my best achievements with the shortest time in running comoetition compared to other members. However, after his presence in the national sports institution here, everyone began to turn their attention to him. In fact, I also began to be sidelined and had less opportunity to represent the institution in any sports competition, not to mention since he defeated me in the state representative election in sprint category last year. The dream I wanted all this time was gone and he was the cause of my hatred for him until today. "I know you really hate him, so I have the best idea for you", Aiman's words woke me up from my reverie. "Idea? What idea?", I asked wonderingly, but Aiman just smiled cynically and put his hand on my shoulder as we walked to the parking area.

On Saturday night, I already arrived in front of Aiman's house. "Where are you? I'm here", I said when I called him. "Hold on, I'm getting ready", he replied and a few minutes later, he came out of his house carrying a large backpack before placing it on the back bonnet of my car. After that, we moved to the sports athlete's dormitory not far from there. "Are you sure you want to do this?", I asked, still doubting. "Don't worry, no one will know", replied Aiman who was playing on the phone. After 15 minutes passed, we arrived at the hostel and Aiman reached for some items in the backpack before we both went upstairs. 'Knock' 'knock' 'knock', the room door was knocked and after a few seconds, it was opened and Nazrief was seen there. "Eh, Aima...", before Nazrief had time to finish his sentence, Aiman continued to push him until he fell to the floor before Aiman put the patch cloth on which the chloroform medicine had been placed to his mouth. I, who was surprised by Aiman's actions, continued to look around the hallway outside his room before closing the door and helping to hold the struggling Nazrief. It took some time for Nazrief to finally pass out, then Aiman took off his clothes except for the white brief that Nazrief was wearing before he tied both his hands to the ceiling while I tied both of his legs crosswise. After that, Aiman took a bucket of water and, 'splashhhhhhhhhh', he splashed the water on Nazrief until he woke up from fainting while his body was drenched, not to mention his underwear. "Ai... Aiman? A.. Aqil? What... why did you do this", asked Nazrief who was still in a daze. "Hahaha, what do we want to do? Let's us explain, tonight is the night of reckoning for you. Tonight we will make sure you regret entering this institution, you will regret messing with us", Aiman said loudly before, 'bukkk', a punch was fired into his stomach. "Erghhhh, it hurts. Please, please let me go. I don't understand why you people hate me", said Nazrief again. Aiman who was mad with his behavior pretending not to understand continued to punch his stomach several times until Nazrief choked in pain. After that, Aiman told me to take his backpack which was still in the car. Then, he took a black whipping rope and played around Nazrief's body. 'Pappp', a lash on Nazrief's left thigh that made him scream in pain. "Hahaha, is it fun? Want it again? It's okay, I can give it to you", said Aiman again before, 'pappp' 'pappp' 'pappp', lash after lash was unleashed on both of his thighs until some traces of licks were visible on him. "Arghhh it hurts. Please, please stop. Aiman, Aqil, please, I can't take it. Please, arghhh", he pleaded but Aiman still ignored him and his hands were getting stronger to whip on Nazrief's thighs. "Aqil, take this. Satisfy your heart tonight, torture him the way he hurt your heart", Aiman tried to incite me who was still worried about their actions. "Aq... Aqil, please, please stop. I... I don't...", before Nazrief had time to plead, 'pappp', I whipped his right thigh until he writhed in pain. 'Pappp' 'pappp', I started to feel happy every time I saw the body of the enemy he hated writhing in pain when the lashing rope hit him, even my feelings of revenge were burning. 'Pappp' 'pappp' 'pappp', the stronger and fiercer I was swinging the whipping rope with such pleasure that I didn't realize that both thighs were full of redness and traces of whipping wounds. Because my hands were tired, I stopped and sat on Nazrief's messy bed with his clothes piled at the end of the mattress.

"Pl... Please, bro... I can't take it. Please, let me go", pleaded Nazrief who was weak but without warning, 'panggg', Aiman slapped his face hard and strangled his neck before saying, "Our revenge is not done yet, it's better if you just shut up. It's no use pleading, even stronger we will torture you later, hahaha". "Qil, do you want to continue?", Aiman asked me who was still resting on the bed and I shook my head and told him to continue. Then, he took out some wooden clothespins from his bag before he gently pinched Nazrief's nipples until they bulged before attaching the clothespin. "Arghhh, it hurts. Let go mine, pull the clothespin out. I can't take it, pull it out. Arghhh erghhh", Nazrief struggled as both nipples were clamped but Aiman only laughed at his behavior before he pinched and twisted the clamp making Nazrief writhe in pain even more . Not only that, but Aiman also pulled the clothespins until it was pulled off from Nazrief's nipple and then he put it back on and pulled it several times making Nazrief's body start shaking because he couldn't hold back from the torture he had never experienced so that his tears already rolled down his cheeks . After seeing my friend torture both of Nazrief's nipples until they were red, I got up from the bed and approached Nazrief's weakly hanging body. Then, I continued to hold and caress Nazrief's cock which was still hidden behind the underwear. "What are you grinning at, Qil?", asked Aiman who saw me smiling evil while my hands vigorously grasped the bulge in Nazrief's underwear. "What do you think... if... we sterilised him right away? Hahahahaha", I replied sharing the brilliant idea with him. Nazrief who heard that continued to release his crotch from my grasp and thrashed trying to escape. I felt a little angry with his actions and then, 'bukkk' 'bukkk' 'bukkk', punch after punch I let go right on his stomach. After that, I started patting his crotch several times until Nazrief gasped with pain. "Pl... please, let me go. I... I can't take it", he begged but I didn't pay attention to him and then I warmed up again with, 'dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', I started kicking his crotch several times. "Arghhh erghhh, it hurts. Arghhh arghhh", shouted Nazrief with himself thrashing interspersed with the sound of a kick that I released breaking the silence of his room. We were very lucky at that time because almost all the residents of the hostel were not there at that time, so it was easier for us to enjoy torturing the body of our enemy. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', this time it was Aiman who kicked his crotch several times until he screamed loudly to endure every torture. I enjoyed seeing his behavior like that and then continued to take the whipping rope earlier and, 'pappp' 'papp' 'pappp', I started whipping his ass at the same time, making Nazrief thrash hard. 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, even almost an hour had passed but Nazrief's body was continuously beaten, whipped and kicked strongly interspersed with our laughter and Nazrief's cries of pain. Not only that, Aiman also tore Nazrief's underwear until he was completely naked to reveal his black cock which was slightly covered with thick fur and both of his balls that were withered down. "Pl... please, let me go. I... I don't... arghhhhhhhhhh", before he could finish his sentence, Aiman continued to kick his crotch so hard that his cock and balls swayed up and down. 'Dukkk' 'dukkk' 'dukkk', his crotch was once again used as a place to release our revengeful anger with a strong kick from Aiman, while I, who was still holding the whipping rope, was continuously swung to his chest, stomach, back and even his ass until his entire body full of redness and wound marks, including the cock and balls.

After nearly two hours of Nazrief's torture scene in his room, we who were tired stopped and rested on his bed. In fact, Nazrief, who was already weak from being tortured endlessly, was unconscious and his body was drenched in sweat. "Hahaha, I'm satisfied tonight. I'm relieved to be able to let go of this grudge, hahaha", said Aiman who was already lying on the bed. "What else do you want to do at him", I asked as I walked closer to Nazrief. "Nothing, I'm satisfied and tired. I'll go out first, I'll wait in the car", he replied while packing his things into his backpack before moving out of there. I was left with the fainting Nazrief in the room and with the opportunity I had, I started groping his body which was full of whip wounds. From kneading both of his nipples, groping his chest and stomach, stroking his hairless armpits until I jerked off his sagging cock. "Eh, you're throbbing too. Are not you fainting, hahaha", I sneered as I felt the pulsation and saw that his cock was also tense. Then, the more vigotously I masturbated his cock while I was played his nipples and I smelled his wet and sour-smelling armpits. 'Cappp' 'cappp' 'cappp', the sound of his cock being jerked off fills the quiet room and finally spurts his cum on the floor. I deliberately wiped the remaining semen on my hand in his mouth for him to taste. I thought just let him hang like that, but worried if other people found out. So, I had to untie him again and lay him naked on the bed before I turned off the light switch and locked the door of his room. The next day, while I was having breakfast in the institution's cafeteria, I heard a conversation from the next table that caught my attention. "Hey, you already know?". "Know about what?". "Nazrief, Mr. Asri's favorite athlete. I heard he was admitted to the hospital this morning". "Uh, is it true? What happened?". "I don't really know, but what people say, he was found naked and hanging in his room. His body is full of wounds, his ass hole was also poked with a dildo. His balls are also reddish, might it make him barren too". "Hanged? Dildo?", I was surprised to hear their conversation. As far as I know, I already untied him and laid him on the bed last night. "Who tied him up again?", I thought, then someone who might be the culprit, who is I know was crossed my mind, "Aiman".

-The End-

M.N.A_97
Faris_Shah