LM Chapter 3.3

Honestly, he thought there wouldn’t be any major problems until evening. But barely two hours had passed since leaving the duke’s bedroom when Lyndon faced his first crisis.

“Ugh…”

He desperately needed to pee.

“Hah, damn it…”

He wiped the cutlery while awkwardly crossing his legs. Lyndon couldn’t quite understand why they would ask him to do this again, especially since he’d already stolen the cutlery… But anyway, Lyndon was still doing the same job.

The problem was, while he’d only had to manage the cutlery at first, now he had to check everything – plates, bowls, even the utensils the servants used – so there was much more work.

Was this punishment or something…?

“Damn it… this never ends.”

Actually, the sheer volume of work wasn’t the main problem. The immediate issue facing Lyndon right now was that he desperately needed to use the restroom.

“If I’d known this would happen, I shouldn’t have drunk it earlier…”

The problem was the tea the butler had given Lyndon. Today, unusually affectionately, he’d poured him a rare tea imported from the East.

Like a fool, Lyndon had forgotten he was wearing a chastity belt and drank every last drop offered. Of course, that tea had been sent to Lyndon by the duke’s order and possessed excellent diuretic properties, but well, that wasn’t the crucial part.

Anyway, that’s why Lyndon was now twisting his legs restlessly. The urge was urgent. It felt like urine was backing up, rising all the way to his throat.

Finally, Lyndon roughly set down the plate he was holding. He feared he might drop and break it if he continued like this. That’s how desperate Lyndon was; his patience had completely run out.

As if caught in the rain, he roughly wiped the sweat pouring down his face with his sleeve before hurrying out into the hallway. Then he began walking towards the duke’s office.

“Huh, huuuh…”

He felt like he might lose control if he lost focus even for a moment. Several critical moments threatened Lyndon along the way.

At those moments, he leaned against the wall and walked on, recalling things completely unrelated to his bladder: the peaceful park scenery, the numbers on the cards laid before him during baccarat, or Anna’s face from their recent parting.

Finally arriving at the duke’s office, he urgently knocked on the door with the back of his hand. The overwhelming pressure between his thighs and groin made his mind hazy.

“Haaah…”
“… Who is it?”

Contrasting with Lyndon’s anxious groan, the duke’s voice from inside sounded leisurely and languid, almost mocking.

“Y-Your Grace! It’s me, Ly-Lyndon…”
“… Come in.”

The moment permission was granted, Lyndon flung the door open and rushed inside.

“What is it, Lyndon?”
“Ah, I…”

Lyndon’s face flushed red again. Honestly, it was embarrassing. Whether it was defecating or urinating, having to tell someone else about such a physiological act was awkward and painful.

“If it’s nothing important, you can go. I’m very busy right now.”
“Your Grace! I, um, I… I need to pee…”
“Pee?”

Hayley had understood perfectly but deliberately pressed the question. He had wanted to see Lyndon utter the shameful words and squirm with embarrassment. 

True to Hayley’s expectation, Lyndon’s face swelled as if it might burst. A trembling voice finally squeezed through his lips. His eyes dared not meet Hayley’s, fixed instead on the floor, while his soaked palms fiercely gripped the waistband of his trousers.

“I, I need to pee…”

Lyndon’s entire body swayed and trembled as he finally reported his physiological situation. He looked like he might collapse and wet himself on the floor if so much as nudged. Hayley barely suppressed a cruel smile, thinking that would be quite a sight.

“Ah, right… Has it been that long already? Tell them to prepare the chamber pot.”
“Ah, that, that! If you just… just release the chastity belt, I’ll handle it myself…”
“Lyndon. I found and read more papers this morning.”
“… Yeah?”

‘What kind of bullshit is he going to spout now?’

Lyndon couldn’t hide his flustered expression as he listened to Hayley speak, while the butler brought the chamber pot and began assembling it.

Hayley naturally rose from his seat and approached Lyndon. Then, with a gentle touch, he slipped Lyndon’s trousers off. Lyndon lowered his head, watching every movement of that hand.

“In the case of truly severe perverts, you see…”

Once more, Hayley grasped a small key and inserted it into the chastity device’s lock. A clunk sounded as the device unlocked.

“They say extreme perverts even feel arousal while defecating.”
“… Huh?”

Finally, the chastity device clattered to the floor. That heavy, uncomfortable thing fell away from Lyndon. But Lyndon was too flustered to even notice. He just scowled fiercely and glared at Hayley.

“In your case… you already have a history, don’t you? You’ve had an erection while defecating…”

That had been because Haley had fiddled with it, leaving him no choice. Lyndon was about to protest indignantly. But then, suddenly, without warning, Hayley lightly flicked the tip of Lyndon’s swollen glans with his finger.

“Huh, hwaaah!”

Even though the chamber pot wasn’t yet positioned beneath him, even though it was just a light tap on the tip, he nearly peed himself. Tears and urine welled up simultaneously at the corners of Lyndon’s eyes and the tip of his penis. 

Barely holding back what felt like an animalistic urge to pee on the floor, he shouted, “Wh-what! Wh-what are you doing! Hurry, get the chamber pot…”

“Right. The chamber pot will be ready as promised. But you see…”

Hayley gripped Lyndon’s cock with a blank expression. Lyndon let out a sharp gasp, “Haah!” and grimaced without realizing it.

“Your penis… is erect again.”
“…”

Lyndon looked down at himself in disbelief. Sure enough, he saw his large, swollen, uncircumcised cock, hard as a rock, wedged between Hayley’s fingers. Instantly, Lyndon’s face flushed bright red.

“Ah, no! Your Grace! Th-That! Your Grace touched it…”

”I’ve never seen such a vulgar penis that springs to attention just from being touched by another. Moreover, if a man were to lay a hand on my penis, I’d likely lose all strength, collapse, and feel like vomiting.“

”…“

”Yet you’re standing at attention, so aroused.”

As he spewed lewd remarks, Hayley’s fingers gripped Lyndon’s cock. Then they began moving up and down, slick and wet. Lyndon felt like his vision was about to snap. Everything went dark and hazy before his eyes.

He felt like he was about to piss himself any second. At the same time, his cock was so hard it hurt like hell, a maddening, throbbing ache. Amidst this, why was the duke’s touch so damp and erotic?

Pleasure and pain. Urgency and agony. 

Roughly engulfed by these conflicting emotions, Lyndon let out a groan. “Ha, haah! Ugh…”

“Do you hate it, or…”

Finally, Hayley’s nails fiercely scraped the tip of Lyndon’s glans.

“Ha, haah!” Lyndon’s eyes snapped open wide. Tears gushed out from beneath his eyelids.

“Or are you dying of pleasure…? Huh? Lyndon. Tell me.”

But Lyndon was in no state to speak coherently. He was too busy gasping out moans thick with air.

His lower abdomen ached. He felt the urge to release something. But he couldn’t tell if it was urine or semen. An overwhelming urge to urinate and ejaculate, its nature unknown, filled Lyndon’s mind completely.

“Why are you so excited?”

Hayley’s hand continued to tease Lyndon’s cock. He busied herself gripping Lyndon’s uncircumcised cock and pistoning it rapidly. With his other hand, he groped and scratched around Lyndon’s swollen, puffy anus. Lyndon responded noisily, drool dripping from his mouth.

“Huh, huh! Heh, heh! Huuuu!”

His face flushed crimson, he let out vulgar moans, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth – how utterly delicious he looked.

A transparent fluid of unknown origin began to flow from the tip of his glans. Was it precum? Urine? Or perhaps semen?

“Lyndon! You, ha! Truly a pervert?! You come looking for me because you need to pee, and now you’re panting like this with your cock standing at attention!”

Lyndon was truly embarrassed. He wanted to vanish right then and there. But his physiological urge was even more urgent. Whether it was to pee or to ejaculate. He couldn’t tell the nature of the fluid he wanted to expel, but it was urgent regardless.

“And you say this isn’t abnormal desire? Even this?”
“Huh, hwaaah!”

Finally, Hayley’s finger invaded Lyndon’s hole again, roughly.

Tormented for two days straight, Lyndon’s swollen anus was still slippery. The balm applied at dawn hadn’t fully dried yet. Hayley’s fingers frantically thrust through that hot, soft passage.

Meanwhile, Lyndon felt like he was truly going mad. His lower abdomen pulled, and his cock throbbed tautly.

And what about his ass?

Hayley’s thrusting fingers made it hard to keep his wits about him. He tried to focus by looking up at the ceiling, but… he just looked like a man lost in pleasure.

“Y-your Grace, hhuhhuh, sir. S-stop… hic!”

But upon hearing that, Hayley thrust three fingers even more urgently into Lyndon’s anus. Simultaneously, he curled his fingers around Lyndon’s penis, squeezing it so hard it felt like it would burst any second.

“Huh, uh, uh, ahh!”

Finally. Lyndon’s patience was completely exhausted.

Without even realizing it, he let go of everything he had been barely holding back all at once. He had finally been consumed by the immense pressure.

The tension building up inside him instantly released, followed by a humiliating squelching sound.

The tip of his glans opened wide, and a pale-colored liquid began spurting upward like a fountain. It was because his erect cock was pointing toward the ceiling.

A rather vulgar and filthy liquid, whether in color, smell, or temperature, gushed out from the surging tip of the glans. The liquid drenched Hayley’s hand and the area below Lyndon’s navel.

“…”

Lyndon truly wanted to cry. He brought his hands up to cover his bright red face.

But even if he covered his face, he couldn’t hide or escape the smell of urine, the sound, or Hayley’s finger still wriggling and moving inside his anus. In the end, Lyndon began to sob again.

Seeing Lyndon like this, Hayley smiled with satisfaction. It was a bit filthy, but… whether it was because he’d been trained by defecation or not, it was bearable enough.

Then, in that state of strength, Hayley began to leave an even deeper scar on Lyndon’s heart.

“You really are a pervert. I’ve never heard of anyone who got an erection while peeing and squirted like that. You’re not some pissing fountain statue…”
“…”

He looked down in embarrassment. His cock was still rock hard. It seemed utterly determined not to go down.

“Ah, no… Wh-why is it still… Ugh, ugh…“

Lyndon’s eyes spun. At first, he’d thought it might just be his bladder urgently swollen. But even after spraying urine like a fountain, his lower half remained huge and rigidly swollen. It simply refused to subside.

”I, I’ll, I’ll let it go back to normal… Ugh!”

Despite his desperate pleas, Hayley grabbed Lyndon’s wet cock, now damp from urination, and began wriggling her fingers. They moved swiftly up and down the shaft.

“S-Shh! I-I don’t want to… F-Finished! I-I’m done…”
“This is part of the healing process.”

Hayley barely suppressed a laugh as his right hand stroked Lyndon’s shaft with a thick, deliberate motion, while his left hand pressed firmly against the urethral opening at the tip of the glans, rubbing it.

“Ugh, ugh!? Ugh! Heh, heh! Wh-why are you doing this… Huh!”

Hayley’s touch grew increasingly viscous and persistent. Opening the urethral sphincter without hesitation, he studied the gaping hole before clenching the shaft again with crushing force. Meanwhile, the slippery tip of the glans was gently rubbed with his fingers.

Lyndon’s face, flushed as if about to burst, contorted violently as ragged breaths escaped his lips. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed Hayley’s hand, trying to push him away.

“Ha, stop! Stop it! Your Grace, haa!”
“It’s part of the treatment! You have to endure it!”
“Hii, hii! Ah!”

Immediately, Hayley screamed fiercely and scratched Lyndon’s urethral opening so hard it stung. Lyndon’s hips couldn’t stay still, vibrating frantically. His hands, unable to hold Hayley back, wandered aimlessly through the air. His entire body trembled pitifully, quivering uncontrollably.

Finally, unable to withstand his own staggering weight, he collapsed onto Hayley. It looked as if Lyndon had embraced Hayley, who had been sitting on the sofa.

Looking up at Lyndon holding him, Haley murmured. His voice was cold, yet strangely tinged with a hint of laughter, “Ha… Next time, I guess I’ll have to tie you to the wall or something…”

Even as he spoke, Haley’s hands teased Lyndon, who had fallen upon him.

But perhaps fortunately, Lyndon didn’t hear those terrifying words.

His mind was a muddle from the overwhelming sense of betrayal and the piercing, sharp pleasure. He could do nothing but tremble intermittently.

So, standing upright like a self-possessed human being was out of the question, and pushing Hayley’s hands away was no easy feat for Lyndon. He simply couldn’t muster any strength in his arms, or indeed his entire body.

He merely clutched the crown of Hayley’s head, leaning his weight against him and letting out a crude moan. Between gasps filled with air, words like “I hate this” or “Stop it” kept pouring out.

Perhaps because of Lyndon’s lopsided posture leaning against Hayley, Hayley’s lips naturally touched Lyndon’s chest. Hayley giggled happily and licked Lyndon’s nipple hidden beneath a single thin layer of shirt. Hayley’s saliva soaked the pure white shirt, making it damp and revealing Lyndon’s red nipple.

“Huh, ugh! Ah, no, no, no…”

Hayley completely ignored Lyndon’s words and licked the nipple rapidly. Gently biting the shyly protruding nipple with his front teeth, rolling it with his tongue.

If the pleasure blossoming at the tip of his glans was a sensation concentrated in his lower body, as if he might wet himself at any moment, the pleasure rising from his nipple was a different kind of stimulation. His chest tingled, and his heart ached inside. For some reason, he felt a more desperate longing for the nipples than for the tip of his cock.

“Huh, huh…”

More. He wished he’d do it harder.

Harboring such absurd fantasies, Lyndon dripped transparent fluid from his cock. He truly felt like he’d become a pervert. How could he have such filthy thoughts!

He was a man, so why did he feel it through his chest? Perhaps the Duke was right. A wave of self-loathing surged up – that he was the only madman who could get this hard and excited just from peeing and rubbing his chest.

His body trembled violently as he was engulfed in self-loathing, when suddenly, Hayley bit down hard on Lyndon’s nipple.

“Ha, haah!”

A small spurt of pre-cum shot from the tip of his cock, thoroughly soaking Hayley’s fingertips. He nearly came right then. Seeing this, Hayley burst out laughing.

“Ha, ha ha! Lyndon… you really are a pervert. Definitely a sexual deviant.”

Watching Lyndon, seemingly quite aroused himself, Hayley’s mouth unconsciously let slip a casual tone, not the mature voice he usually used to hide his young age.

But it didn’t matter what tone he used now. He quickly scraped the tip of his glans as if he might pierce the urethral opening with his fingertip, while his other hand rapidly pistoned up and down the shaft.

The pleasure Hayley was forcibly giving him piled up relentlessly. Unable to release it, it kept stacking up, growing ever larger. Lyndon was truly in trouble, feeling like he might be crushed by this overwhelming pleasure, swallowed whole by it.

Each time Hayley prodded his urethra with his long finger, the sharp pain only intensified the pleasure.

“Ha, ugh! Ahh! Aah!”
“Don’t worry… I’ll fix everything…”

He spat out those words while gnawing on Lyndon’s nipple. But sadly, Lyndon, who was far from her senses, couldn’t hear it.

Just then, Hayley’s hand, which had been playing with Lyndon’s urethral opening, finally withdrew. Lyndon exhaled a shallow sigh and blinked his eyes repeatedly.

However, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Hayley’s fingers, having left the urethra, pierced Lyndon’s swollen rear passage once more.

“Huh! Ha, ah!”

Eyes clenched shut once more, face contorted, hot beads of sweat trickled down from between his temples, past his handsome cheekbones and jawline, and fell downward.

Straight toward Hayley’s crown.

Perhaps Hayley was a little busier than Lyndon. He had to ravage both cock and asshole while simultaneously clinging to Lyndon’s chest, greedily caressing even his nipples.

A bright red, luscious tongue licked Lyndon’s nipple relentlessly. The shirt, dampening from the tip of the nipple, was now completely soaked with saliva across the entire chest. Lyndon’s firm, heaving chest was fully exposed.

Below the wet chest, the sound of flesh being pressed down with a thud echoed every second. The cause was Hayley, who had seized Lyndon’s penis with his right hand and was masturbating it at a rapid pace.

But lewd sounds also came from behind. This was because several of Hayley’s left fingers had plunged into Lyndon’s rear hole and were pistoning rapidly. Hayley’s wrist and Lyndon’s buttocks slapped together repeatedly.

“Ugh! Hmm! Haaah! Uuugh!”

Lyndon’s entire body was drenched. Was it Hayley’s saliva, his own sweat, tears, urine, semen… or perhaps just the sheer excitement? He was soaked through with something unidentifiable. His mind gradually grew hazy.

“Your Grace! Huh! No, no, ah!”

He pressed the prostate inside his anus repeatedly and fiercely. He gripped Lyndon’s cock painfully and thrust forward. A wet, cold tongue licked relentlessly, as if intent on gnawing away at Lyndon’s hot, swollen nipples.

Lyndon’s thick cock couldn’t hold out much longer. After pressing his prostate about twenty times and thrusting his cock back and forth about fifty times. After licking his nipples about forty times. Lyndon let out a high-pitched scream and came.

“Ha, haaaah! Huuuuh! Hee, heeek!”
“Ha, fuck…”

Hayley, who usually tried hard not to use vulgar language. But now, he simply couldn’t hold back.

Even though he hadn’t climaxed himself, just teasing Lyndon and making him come brought him immense satisfaction. Of course, if he could shove his cock into Lyndon’s backdoor and plow into him roughly… the pleasure would be incomparably greater than what he was feeling now.

‘Damn, he really is something else.’

He glanced at Lyndon’s thin yet handsome face, the one that had excited him so much, then laid him down on the sofa.

Whether it was his penis, his chest, or his face. Lyndon was completely drenched in something, glistening. Watching that lustful sight, Hayley slowly licked his lips with his tongue.

He was burning up. No, his throat was parched. No… His entire body was aflame with lust.

He looked down at his own swollen arousal, then pushed back the disheveled strands of his golden hair. Exhaling, he slowly undid his cravat and trousers.

“Ha, in broad daylight…”

Getting down to business in broad daylight wasn’t exactly befitting noble manners… But how could he possibly resist?

He grabbed Lyndon’s ankle and spread him apart. As if waiting for this moment, the hole gaped open. The pale perineum, shaved completely bare, twitched and trembled.

Watching the uncircumcised cock collapse after ejaculation, Hayley once again licked his lips with his tongue. Lyndon’s gaze was unfocused. He stared blankly at some unknowable place, breathing only in ragged gasps.

That… that look was insanely erotic. He’d never had a taste for hooking up with someone who wasn’t in their right mind. But seeing him again, he realized it was all Lyndon’s fault, that bastard, that he’d become like this.

With an asymmetrically twisted smile, Hayley aligned the tip of his hardened cock with the opening beneath Lyndon’s balls.

Lyndon’s excited, tender hole quivered, waiting for the massive entry. Just as Hayley, satisfied, pulled his hips back to thrust roughly inside…

Knock knock knock.

At that critical moment, a sudden knock echoed through the office.

Hayley bit his lower lip. An expletive rose to his throat. He wanted to yell for them to get lost immediately, but he barely held it back, answering in a low voice, “Huh… What is it…“

A deep sigh escaped his lips, laced with anger he hadn’t realized he felt.

“Your Grace. Lady Antonia has come to see you.”
“What? Why is the Lady…”
“She says it’s urgent.”

Hayley had always considered himself reasonably patient. But this anger was unbearable.

“Damn it, why come now…”

Hayley muttered the curse under his breath. Though he usually respected and liked Lady Antonia quite a bit, right now she was nothing but an irritating presence.

Hayley’s gaze, which had been fixed on the door, drifted downward. Then he saw his own reflection, utterly incapable of calming down, and Lyndon in front of it, legs spread wide to the limit, his hole gaping invitingly.

“…”

He was hungry. Starving. Yet here he was, facing a fully laid-out feast, forced to leave while still famished.

“Damn it…”

Hayley finally released Lyndon’s leg. Then, grabbing the cravat he’d tossed aside like trash, he began fastening it around his neck.

He pulled up his pants, which had been dropped to his crotch, and zipped them up tightly. Neatly smoothing his disheveled hair with both hands, he nervously opened the door and stepped outside.

Of course, before leaving, he didn’t forget to order Lyndon to put the chastity belt back on.