Ye He Chapter 18

The next day after work, Ye He brought back an iron block the size of a palm. It took him about a week of patient grinding to carve the not-unattractive words “Ye He” onto its surface.

Shen Yi didn’t know what was wrong with the man this time. Perhaps he was tired of assembling machinery and wanted to experience the artistic life? However, as long as Ye He wasn’t tormenting him, he could indulge in any madness he liked. Shen Yi watched mockingly as the man fiddled with the iron block all night, making malicious conjectures in his heart.

But when Ye He securely bound him face-down and began heating the iron block with an alcohol blowtorch nearby, Shen Yi stopped smiling.

The silvery iron block contacted the constantly flickering blue flame, turning and scorching. In the heat-distorted air, the two protruding characters quickly turned from black to red. Shen Yi’s eyes widened in horror, his forehead slick with cold sweat. If he didn’t understand Ye He’s intention by now, he would be an idiot.

“No—don’t…”

Shen Yi’s panicked struggles were ineffective. He could only watch helplessly as the two characters gradually turned a beautiful orange-red.

Ye He gripped the handle, carefully examining the two glowing raised characters, then sat on the edge of the bed and silently watched Shen Yi for a moment. He suddenly smiled, stroking the youth who was so terrified his teeth were chattering, and said gently, “Don’t be afraid.”

Shen Yi desperately shook his head, staring in terror at the red-hot iron in his hand. “No, you can’t… Ye He, stop… it will be ruined…”

Ye He ignored him, forcefully pressing down on his back. He held the searing iron and slowly brought it closer, his gaze fixed on the pale shoulder blades before him, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes cruel like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The restricted posture prevented Shen Yi from seeing Ye He’s movements, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the scorching heat radiating from the high-temperature iron onto his skin. Intense fear stimulated his fragile nerves, causing him to utter the most pitiful pleas. “No! Don’t do this… I’ll do anything you want… please… Ye He, don’t do this to me…”

Two streams of tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, wetting the sheets. Shen Yi sniffled, his slightly red-rimmed eyes making him look pathetic and timid now.

After a moment, no sound came from above. Shen Yi struggled to look up. Ye He was staring at him silently, the red-hot iron in his hand emitting a faint sizzling sound.

Shen Yi’s face turned pale. He struggled, trying to reach over and bury his head in the man’s groin. Biting open the zipper, he lowered his head to search for the hot, hard member nestled among the hair. The moment the veiny, brutal flesh-blade was released, it nearly struck his nose. He swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, trying to fit the thick member inside.

Ye He, however, grew impatient and thrust his hips forward. The astonishingly sized flesh-blade instantly plunged into Shen Yi’s unguarded mouth, penetrating deep down his throat and straight to his epiglottis.

Ye He closed his eyes in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by the convulsing throat.

Shen Yi passively sucked and licked the member in his mouth. Seemingly sensing the other’s reluctance, Ye He suddenly held the searing iron back over the flame.

The blatant threat instantly drained the color from Shen Yi’s face. He suppressed the nauseating urge to gag, using his tongue to laboriously lick and suck the gradually swelling flesh-blade.

Ye He sighed contentedly. One hand reached around to Shen Yi’s chest, pinching and twisting the full nipples, occasionally kneading the holes left from the previous piercing. The other hand, however, kept the searing iron over the flame, passing it through the heat every now and then.

Shen Yi trembled incessantly. The tears streaming down quickly soaked the thick patch of dark hair, then fell onto the member, which he then licked into his mouth. The exaggeratedly stretched cavity of his mouth was filled with a salty, musky odor, saturated with the scent of another man. Shen Yi didn’t know why he had fallen to such a miserable state.

He numbly worked his jaw, swallowing and spitting the expanding member, doing his best to please the man before him.

Ye He suddenly pulled out his member, grabbed Shen Yi’s hair, and stared at him, asking coldly, “Whose property are you?”

At this, Shen Yi’s face showed expressions of shame and humiliation, but when his gaze fell upon the implement of torture in the man’s hand, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly clearing his mind. He pursed his lips, and before Ye He could grow impatient, he said stiffly, “Yours.”

A slight smile appeared on Ye He’s lips. He released Shen Yi, touched the other’s lips, which were coated in clear lubricant, with his fingertips, and quickly stroked his member with one hand, his burning gaze fixed on the still-ashamed and helpless Shen Yi.

Shen Yi knew what the man wanted to do without being told. He trembled with humiliation but dared not avoid the flesh-rod that was aimed directly at his nose. He was truly terrified now; Ye He always found endless ways to torment and humiliate him. His once strong will to resist had long been worn away by the passage of time.

Finally, Ye He let out a low gasp, spraying the thick white discharge onto Shen Yi’s face.

The unbearable method of insult made Shen Yi close his eyes in pain, yet he felt a sense of relief in his heart, having narrowly escaped this time.

Just then, a sizzling sound came from beside his ear.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Shen Yi painfully opened his eyes, struggling desperately. The smell of burning flesh instantly filled his nostrils. The piercing pain radiating from his right shoulder blade nearly made him faint, and his vision blurred. He could only vaguely see Ye He coldly pressing him onto the bed, restraining all his struggles and resistance. It was a long time before the searing iron was finally removed.

The two characters that had been bright red were now pitch black, impossible to discern. A fiery, stinging pain radiated from Shen Yi’s right shoulder blade, causing cold sweat to pour off him. Eventually, the pain was so intense that he couldn’t even scream, only letting out weak whimpers.

“Remember your place.”

The deep, unquestionable words, like the charred mark on his shoulder blade, were deeply branded into Shen Yi’s heart just before he lost consciousness.