To my readers, i apologize for the long wait.(bows) This chapter may be a bit longer than my others and i hope you enjoy the extra lines. :)
Conrad walked the streets quickly and efficiently. He'd waited a couple of weeks so that his family wouldn't get suspicious and try to follow him. No one would mind his interest in males but in Yuuri? They'd hang him up by his balls and beat him senseless. At least Wolfram would.
He'd already passed some of the places he'd visited before but he couldn't risk going to those places again. Show up in the same place enough, people would start to notice you. He'd been searching for quite some time and then he found his target.
In a dark corner stood a boy, thin and withdrawn from the crowd. Despite his obvious discomfort it was clear that he was a prostitute. Most likely not by choice. His hair was black and styled the same way Yuuri's hair went. He was probably a little older than his king but the similarities were enough. With purpose, Conrad strode toward him.
He knew the moment he saw Conrad. With only the slightest cringe, the boy walked up to Conrad half way and stopped to look up at him. The two shared a moment silence but Conrad turned first. He said nothing to the youth, the youth expected none. He was to pleasure his customer, not hold a conversation.
As soon as they got to the hotel room, Conrad turned to the boy. "Strip. Now." He ordered, sitting down on the side of the bed. The boy flinched at Conrad's words but proceeded to discard his robes.
The boy was obviously new to this kind of life and was probably scared, Conrad concluded. His stomach was slightly caved in, like he hadn't eaten in a couple days. If this was any other situation, Conrad would have taken the boy far from here. Except the only safe place he could think of was the demon kingdom, where his beloved Yuuri ruled. Thinking of Yuuri, his bright smile, his trusting eyes his open heart, hardened not only his shaft but his resolve to screw the boy before him, despite what his morals told him.
By the time Conrad had decided this, the boy before was already done striping. Feeling no need to waste time, Conrad pushed the boy onto the bed and held him down with one hand; He used his other hand to remove his coat and pants. The boy fought against his hold but was ultimately no match for Conrad's superior strength.
"Don't fight. It's useless." Conrad warned as gently as he could at that moment. The boy whined but Conrad barely heard it. He was too far gone. He wanted Yuuri beneath him, wringing in ecstasy as he pumped through his untainted body but since he couldn't have that, he'd have to make due with a replacement.
Conrad spread the youth's legs and was surprised with what he found. It was a dildo, stretching the youth's hole to prepare him for the job he had to do. The thing even had a little handle so that one could easily handle the thing. How convenient, Conrad thought.
"My my, I can't believe your employer went to this much trouble to prepare you for a customer." Conrad growled, flicking the protrusion, eliciting a shudder form the youth. "Usually I would play with this but the one I truly desire is probably waiting for me so…" Conrad grabbed the handle and practically ripped the dildo out causing the boy to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The boy shivered and moaned, flexing the muscles that had just been stimulated. The nerves had no time to recover before Conrad drove home into the young man's ass. Again the boy cried out but
Conrad tossed the dildo away, held the anal hole open with his fingers and drove the insistent slab of flesh into the youth. Both cried out as pain and pleasure dueled for supremacy. As soon as the pain ebbed away, Conrad started moving. It started slow since the young man fought against Conrad's every thrust, but soon, using his superior strength, Conrad moved faster. I drowned out the boy's gasps and groans and thought only of Yuuri. His face, his voice, anything he could recall to make him hotter.
"Yuuri." Conrad growled, pressing up against the youth's now sweaty skin. Black locks of hair greeted Conrad's eyes when he opened them. Despite the illusion, Conrad knew it didn't belong to the one he wanted. This made him frustrated and determined. Without pulling out, he rolled the youth onto his back and proceeded to thrust faster. The only problem was that his eyes were wrong, as was his cheek. Without slowing down, Conrad grabbed a pillow and covered the boys face, leaving only his mouth uncovered. Now he looked like a bashful Yuuri.
With the illusion restored, Conrad went at the youth with no mercy. The boy came over and over again but Conrad didn't stop, even when he begged him to stop. All that was rolling in Conrad's mind was how cute his Yuuri looked then, covered in his own cum, begging for mercy. This continued for hours until Conrad finally finished, shouting out Yuuri's name. A jerk and a shudder later, Conrad was up and dressed, leaving the filthy boy on the bed, exhausted. Conrad threw some gold coins on the night stand and left with a light heart and a foggy mind.
It was due to this foggy mind that he failed to notice the presence standing outside his window. Under that window sill was a very shocked and very aroused young king.