LM Chapter 2.3

Lyndon sat back down obediently on the bathtub head. The duke then proceeded to meticulously bind both hands again, grabbed his long legs and spread them apart, then bent his knees to begin tying his thighs and ankles together at once. Lyndon was now bound, limbs restrained, legs splayed like a frog.

“…Wh-why…?” Lyndon asked back, his face turning pale as a sheet. 

Then, Hayley lifted Lyndon’s shriveled cock, which had shrunk like a dried squid, and answered indifferently, “Why what? I’m shaving the hair, that’s why.”

“Wh-wh-why would you shave it?!”
“Because you can’t hide the teaspoon again.”

“…”

Truthfully, even if his snow-white pubic hair was barely visible, due to preference, he didn’t want to see a man’s pubic hair, so he shaved it. And he also wanted to torment Lyndon a little.

Strangely, seeing that pure, clear face wince and cry out in pain filled Hayley with a sense of satisfaction so overwhelming it was almost unbearable.

So Hayley, unlike his usual self, often found himself wanting to torment Lyndon and make him cry whenever he got the chance.

“Ah, if you don’t shave it… Can’t I just… I won’t steal again… ”
“Why? You’re not scared, are you?”
“… Yes.”

The duke barely suppressed a laugh and answered normally. His heart fluttered foolishly.

“But you must be punished. If shaving the hair on your penis is all the punishment for stealing a single teaspoon…”
“Huh, huh!”

As he spoke, the sharp blade finally touched Lyndon’s perineum.

“I’m quite a merciful master, aren’t I, hm? Lyndon.”
“Hee, eek!”

The razor was cold and sharp. That cold, sharp blade slid slowly and ticklishly over Lyndon’s perineum. Lyndon feared the razor might pierce or hurt him somewhere below. His legs, spread wide and bound with rope, trembled violently.

But was it because he was too tense? Or too scared? Or perhaps because Hayley had just tickled his genitals with the brush?

Lyndon’s cock swelled large once more, the glans peeking out from beneath the foreskin.

“Ha! Lyndon… Unlike your words, your penis seems to be loving this, huh?”
“… Huh?”

Lyndon opened his eyes, which had been closed in terror, and looked down at himself. There it was, half-shaven with curly hair and foam, his cock standing tall and erect.

“Uh, uh… Wh-why is this…?”

It was his own body, yet the situation made no sense whatsoever.

It was scary as hell. Disgusting. Horrible. Why the hell was his cock standing up?

“…”

Maybe… maybe, after being dragged here by the duke and thrown into this bizarre situation, his own personal barriers had been completely shattered?

Otherwise, how could he be sitting with his legs spread, his pubic hair shaved off, and his cock standing up? It was a completely nonsensical situation…

Feeling both awkward and pitiful about his changed state, Hayley spoke as if to mock him, “Getting shaved and getting a boner… Do you happen to suffer from some perverted sexual desire?”

“Huh? Wh-what! Ah, no!”

Perverted sexual desire… Such a shameful term!

Perhaps because he was so excited, his trembling body jerked back a little too hard. And because of that jerk, the sharp point of the razor blade gently pricked Lyndon’s cock shaft.

“Huh, uh, ah!” Lyndon let out a loud groan without even realizing it.

“Ha! What’s not strange about it? It’s definitely a bizarre sexual desire. Lyndon, you really are a peculiar fellow.”

Strange? Peculiar? The duke is the strange one here.

From Lyndon’s perspective, it was utterly infuriating.

Come to think of it, why on earth did Duke Hayley Whitaker act like that? Why did he engage in such bizarre behavior?

From their very first meeting, he’d been obsessively fixated on Lyndon’s anus. He’d spread open someone else’s anus and even poured enema fluid inside.

Then he’d stubbornly insisted on watching them defecate.

‘Just like today.’

Essentially, he’d made that bizarre demand to watch him defecate.

He ended up watching him defecate, fondling and groping his cock.

And now he even wants to shave his pubic hair…

While Lyndon had personality issues, he simply enjoyed using women and was perfectly normal sexually. To him, Hayley felt like a complete lunatic.

And yet, why did he have to be so damn pretty…

Why the hell was he so obsessed with shitting…

Around that time, Lyndon’s hair removal was finished. The duke splashed water, washing away the hair and foam.

As Lyndon awkwardly lowered his gaze, the gleaming, snow-white area below caught his eye.

Well, it was white hair to begin with, so it was always snowy white… but seeing all the curly, thick hair that had densely covered his groin completely gone, it was truly soft and smooth, like a newborn baby.

Seeing his own uncircumcised cock, now completely bald and bare, made a strange sense of shame well up inside him. It seemed like his lower half was unusually vividly visible too…

His face flushed slightly as he wore an embarrassed expression, but this time, Hayley spread Lyndon’s anus wide open with his fingers and stared intently at the inside.

“Hmm… Unlike the filthy color on the surface, the inside is still pink…”
“Ugh! S-suddenly, you, you’re just, just spreading someone else’s, anus like that…”

At that moment, the Duke began spraying water wildly at Lyndon again. Suddenly, Lyndon had to endure the water the Duke was spraying like he was a potted plant.

“H-H-Huh! Wha-! H-Hold on! Ugh!”

Then the water stopped, and the Duke strode up to Lyndon, pulling the rope above his thigh with a long finger.

“Ugh!”

The strap that had cruelly bound his thigh and calf snapped free. Immediately, a crimson line, etched like a tattoo on his snow-white skin, stood out sharply. The mark was so sensual it was hard to look away.

“…”

Hayley licked his lips and roughly stroked Lyndon’s thigh.

“Huh, hmmph! Ha… ah!”

Meanwhile, Lyndon writhed in agony. Blood rushed into the previously constricted vessels, sending a tingling sensation spreading throughout his entire body. It was numbing and chilling. He spread his legs wide, his pubic hair completely shaved away, twitching sensually.

Perhaps because the sight felt quite erotic, Hayley, who had been trying to untie the rope binding his wrists, changed direction and began teasing Lyndon’s thigh. He grabbed the flesh extending down from his buttocks and rubbed it. He poked the tender inner part of his knee, tickling it.

“Ugh! Haaang…!“

”…“

Hayley frantically licked his own lips with his wet tongue. He was impatient. He wanted to thrust his penis inside Lyndon right now.

To do that… he first had to finish the journey to find the teaspoon.

“Let’s go back.”
“Ugh…! I-is it okay if I go back?”
“What are you talking about? I need to check if the spoons are still inside your ass.”

“…”

‘He still doubts me?’

As the numbness faded, Lyndon’s face grew increasingly grim. But Hayley’s face finally brightened, as if he could finally do what he wanted.

Hayley stormed out of the bathroom, flinging Lyndon roughly onto the bed. Linden nearly bit his tongue. Maybe he did bite the tip a little. There was an unusually fishy taste in his mouth.

Barely holding himself steady as his body swayed on the bed, he looked up at the duke. He’d intended to protest, but his mouth shut tight.

The duke’s expression as he stared back was too terrifying.

“Wh-why, th-th-th… on the bed…”
“We must find the teaspoons.”

Those damn fucking teaspoons, teaspoons, teaspoons! Even though he hadn’t stolen them, the duke kept parroting about the teaspoons.

“I, I really didn’t steal, hu, hu, ugh!”

The duke approached Lyndon, forcing him to spread his legs and expose his hole once more. He wanted to stop Hayley, but his bound hands made movement difficult.

“That’s something we’ll figure out from now on. Isn’t that right, Lyndon?”
“Ah, figure out? Wh-how… First, untie these ropes…”
“I’ll look for it myself.”
“Huh?”

‘What, what exactly are you looking for? Something I don’t even have…’

But the duke, his face expressionless, picked up the scented oil from the bedside table and began applying it to his hand, just as he had done moments before. This time, however, he wasn’t wearing gloves. Whether that should be called a relief, he wasn’t sure…

After spreading the oil, the duke began thrusting his finger into Lyndon’s tightly closed rear passage.

“Ugh! D-Duke, M-Master!”
“Stay still. One teaspoon is worth far more than your monthly salary.”
“Ugh, ugh!”

The duke’s middle finger leisurely burrowed into Lyndon’s anus. Whether it was the lubricant or not, it slid in smoothly. The long finger moved back and forth, parting the hot, quivering inner walls.

He felt sick. More precisely, his lower abdomen tightened uncontrollably, making him feel like he might shit himself any second. Even though there was nothing left to come out.

“Huh, ugh! I, I hate it… ”
“Who the hell would enjoy having their anus poked by a man!”

Suddenly, the duke bellowed and shoved another finger inside.

“Ugh, hot!”
“For someone who says they hate it… you’re taking it quite well. Huh? Lyndon. You can’t see these reddish-brown folds, can you? You’re gobbling it up, swallowing it down so well.”

Hayley was spewing such vulgar words that it was impossible to tell who was the commoner and who was the noble.

Lyndon wanted to demand an apology, but the situation was far from appropriate. Strangely, an ominous heat kept rising from deep within his rear passage, burning like a fire had been lit inside him, making it unbearably hot and difficult to endure.

Gurgle.

“Ha, hm! Uh… Your Grace, wh-why… this… it’s… strange…”

As Lyndon sensed the change starting in his rear and tried to ask the duke, the duke suppressed him threateningly.

“Keep your legs still before I tie you up. We need to find the teaspoons, don’t we!”

Hayley’s eyes were half-mad. With his fingers generously coated in oil, he was utterly absorbed in probing Lyndon’s soft rear passage.

Hayley felt that way. The damp, soft flesh brushing between his fingers felt insanely good. As he pressed his cock against his other hand, the excitement surged as if he might cum right then.

Hayley’s fingers, moving freely, suddenly caught on a bumpy spot deep inside. Lyndon immediately let out a loud cry. The rope binding his wrists tightened.

“Ha-huh! Ugh! Wait, wait a moment! D-Your Grace! This, this feels strange!”
“Why, do you need to defecate again?”
“N-no, that’s not it… Hiiik!”
“Such a fuss…. If you’re a man, try to hold it in calmly. Goodness, all this commotion!”

“…”

Lyndon felt a bit wronged. Honestly, at first, Lyndon felt only disgust and revulsion. But for some reason, the more the duke’s fingers writhed and moved inside him, the more pleasure built up.

His mouth grew dry, his heart raced. It was so ticklish and hot he felt like he might go mad.

“Huh, uh…“

Then, Hayley’s finger, which had been roughly exploring every inch of Lyndon’s insides, quickly withdrew. Linden’s reddish-brown anus pitifully puckered shut.

”Strange. Hmm… No matter how much I probe the rectal wall, I can’t see a teaspoon.”
“… Huh?”

Hayley muttered awkwardly, as if thinking, and glanced sideways at Lyndon. The look in his eyes was equally unnatural.

But Lyndon had no energy left to notice such things. He was too busy writhing seductively, his body flushed bright red, twisting from his waist down to his legs. It was as if he were in heat – and indeed, he was.

Because what Hayley had applied to Lyndon’s anus today wasn’t ordinary oil, but oil infused with aphrodisiac effects.

According to the butler who brought this, even the most ascetic person will eventually end up panting and demanding sex.

Hayley, surprisingly, was a normal person who found the idea of assaulting someone or forcing unwanted sex utterly repulsive.

He was a gentleman of repute, always seeking consent before engaging in intercourse. 

Even what he’d done with Lyndon thus far was, in his own way, the best effort at gentlemanly conduct. He’d restrained himself from stripping him naked and taking him roughly on the very first day.

But with that bastard, Lyndon, even asking if they should have sex felt awkward. After all, Lyndon was a man and of a lower social standing than himself.

Yet forcing himself on him also clashed with his values and moral principles.

So the conclusion he reached was to make Lyndon beg Hayley to please enter him.

He’d applied a generous amount of lubricant inside, so it should be time soon for him to start begging…

Well, even if he didn’t say anything, in the worst case, he could just make some lame excuse about needing to insert something longer to find the teaspoon inside (which obviously wasn’t there) and shove his penis in.

Faced with the long-awaited pleasure, Hayley knew he could momentarily set aside his morality.

As a result, Hayley had laid out a trap full of opportunities to have sex with Lyndon.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Lyndon, unable to hold back any longer, began pleading with Hayley.

“Huh, huh… Your Grace… I, I feel… strange…”
“What?”
“Ah, inside… here inside… hmm… it feels strange, it’s… ticklish and… haa…”
“Lyndon. If you don’t speak plainly, I can’t understand.”

“Hiiit…. Th-that is….”