Krish’s evening stroll along the Kalyani streets was abruptly cut short when a van screeched to a halt beside him. Two rough-looking men, their faces scarred and tanned, dragged him inside before he could even process what was happening. A hand clamped over his mouth muffled his screams as they ripped off his clothes piece by piece—shirt, pants, underwear—leaving him naked and shivering in the back of the van.
A blindfold was tied around his eyes, plunging him into darkness as they tossed him onto a chair somewhere unknown. The room reeked of expensive cologne and leather—the kind only someone with Nishi’s wealth could afford. Krish strained against the ropes binding his wrists but knew resistance was futile.
Then came footsteps—a heavy tread followed by lighter ones—and suddenly lips pressed against his own. Not rough like those who’d kidnapped him—but soft, practiced, familiar somehow despite being completely unexpected. "You’ve been teasing me for years with those tight tees," a low voice growled between kisses that trailed down Krish’s throat to his chest.
Krish’s blindfolded head lolled as Nishi’s hands roamed his naked body—rough fingers pinching both nipples until Krish whimpered, then tracing circles around his belly button before dipping lower to tease at the base of his cock. The first kiss was brutal—Nishi’s tongue forcing its way past Krish’s lips to claim him, teeth nipping at his bottom one until it bled slightly.
He dropped to his knees between Krish’s spread legs, breath hot against Krish’s leaking tip before swallowing him whole with a wet slurp. His throat vibrated around Krish’s shaft as he gagged himself on it repeatedly, spit dripping down to mix with precum pooling at the base. One hand reached back to spread Krish’s cheeks apart while Nishi buried his face between them, licking a stripe up from taint to asshole before spearing his tongue inside in relentless thrusts.
When Nishi finally stood and pressed the thick head of his cock against Krish’s well-lubricated hole, he didn’t hesitate—he slammed home in one brutal stroke that made Krish scream into the blindfold. Each thrust hit deep enough for Krish to feel Nishi's balls slap against his asscheeks, hips pistoning faster as he fucked every ounce of resistance out of him. "You’re mine now," Nishi growled into Krish's ear just before cumming deep inside him—a warmth that filled him up even after Nishi pulled out and wiped himself clean with a handkerchief.
Only then did he untie the ropes and peel away the blindfold revealing Krisch flushed and trembling but undeniably sated. "Next time you’ll beg for it," Nishi promised pressing fresh clothes into Krish's hands—a crisp white shirt bearing monogrammed initials NK—before disappearing into dawnlight leaving behind only lingering traces of cologne and sex on skin that would linger long after class began hours later.
Afterward Nishi untied him gently and handed over fresh clothes from some unseen closet—"A gift," he murmured before pressing one last kiss to Krish’s forehead. By the time Krish stumbled back into campus dawnlight breaking over Kalyani University's spires—the whole ordeal might’ve been a fever dream except for Nishi waiting outside their hostel block in sunglasses at 5AM whispering "See you in class."
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