LM Chapter 7.2

“Ugh…”

It was a morning no different from any other. Sparrows chirped noisily, dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, the cozy blanket, the refreshing scent, and then…

“Did you sleep well?”

A strange voice addressed Lyndon.

“…”

With effort, he opened his eyes and turned his head toward the sound. There, beside him, lay Cedric, the Crown Prince who had clung to him the night before.

“C-Crown Prince…?”
“Oh ho, I told you not to call me that. Or do you want a whipping?”
“… No, no…”

“Yesterday, it was Hayley’s bedroom, so I couldn’t whip you. But now, whips are everywhere. What do you want to be whipped with? Take your pick. We’ve got cowhide, horsehair, deer skin, and pigskin.”

“…”

Lyndon’s pupils trembled relentlessly. Unable to settle his gaze, he frantically darted his eyes around the room.

Cedric smiled at Lyndon’s reaction.

If anyone else had acted like that, he would have cursed them for being frustrating or called them a fool and drawn his sword to slice their chest. But strangely, when Lyndon did it, it was adorable.

His disheveled, snow-white hair was endearing, and his sapphire-blue eyes, bathed in the morning sunlight, were dazzling. Cedric wanted to hold him tight, to kiss him.

Then he wanted to strip him completely naked, leaving nothing behind, and mark his pure white skin with crimson bruises. He wanted to bite down on his Adam’s apple and tear at the nape of his neck. He wanted to nibble down on the slightly reddened nipples with his molars until they swelled up, then pierce them with a sharp needle and insert a piercing.

He thought it might be okay to lightly burn the area beside the dimpled navel, creating a scar-like mark. Ah, was a burn scar too crude? Then how about branding him with the Emperor’s seal, heated red-hot?

That sounded good too. After all, he would become Emperor, and Lyndon was his. Who would complain about him branding him with a seal? Or if not that, then down there, on the tip of his glans…

As he endlessly conjured such cruel thoughts, Lyndon spoke up, “Um, I, I don’t want to be hit…”

“Oh, really? That’s a shame…”

Cedric gazed at Lyndon with a genuinely disappointed expression. With eyes so dark they seemed to swallow you whole.

“Th-that… But why am I here…”
“Ah, Lyndon. You’ll be living with me now.”
“Huh?”

“You must’ve been exhausted working as an assistant butler at the Duke’s. Counting those damn spoons and fucking forks must’ve been a pain in the ass. Don’t worry. From now on, you just need to dream of a happy future by my side.”

‘Of course, until I get tired of you.’

But he didn’t say the last part aloud. He didn’t want to ruin the mood by adding such a thoughtless remark. Even someone born of noble blood had that much tact.

“Yes? Ah, no… It’s fine… I just want to return to the Duke’s estate…”

Meanwhile, Lyndon missed Hayley terribly. He wanted to gaze at his face and nestle into his chest. That was all Lyndon desired.

“The Duke? Why? I said you could have my love.”
“… Ah, th-thank you for your offer, but… I still prefer the Duke…”

Cedric’s eyes widened as he awkwardly jerked his head from side to side. It was bizarre and frightening. Lyndon’s hand gripping the blanket began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this, Cedric arbitrarily jumped to a strange conclusion.

”Ah! Was it lacking in pleasure?”
“… Huh?”

Cedric’s expression was innocent. His face radiated the conviction that his words were undoubtedly correct, as if it were absolutely necessary.

“Last night, you know. We only came once, right? That’s all.”
“…”
“And Lyndon, you didn’t even bleed.”
“Wh-what… blood… blood…”

Cedric knew well that bleeding meant pain. But recalling the men he’d taken (who had virgin anuses), those who’d cried out in pain and blood at first would be screaming with pleasure by the end, begging him not to stop.

Of course, it wasn’t truly pleasure but rather exhaustion from the agonizing sex that made them fake it, but Cedric interpreted it differently.

For him, seeing men who bled profusely every time scream that it felt good cemented his bizarre belief: ‘A man must bleed and feel pain for pleasure to follow.’ Admittedly, the fact that he was a rather cruel sadist contributed significantly to that twisted ideology.

Anyway, to Cedric, yesterday’s sex was far too shallow.

It was merely thrusting and ejaculating. Pure ‘simplicity’.

What would be good? Just shoving a catheter into the urethra… Was that too much?

While he was devising a plan so extreme it would make anyone who found out recoil in horror, Lyndon stammered out a reply.

While he was devising a plan so extreme it would make anyone who found out recoil in horror, Lyndon stammered out a reply. 

“No, I don’t want to… I have no intention of engaging in debauchery with Your Highness any longer. I just want to go back…”

Cedric’s face contorted strangely once more. It was a complex, subtle expression, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

”Oh, Lyndon… You’ve made another mistake.“
”… Huh?“
”Didn’t I tell you countless times not to call me Crown Prince?”

Cedric got out of bed and pushed open one side of the bookshelf. Inside, a multitude of bizarre objects, unlike anything he’d ever seen before, were displayed.

From whips with finely split ends to riding crops with broad bases, dildos of various sizes made from materials he couldn’t identify.

Strange things strung together with several round beads.

There were also smaller items like handcuffs, ropes, and collars. Every single one looked cruel, like something used for torture.

Cedric picked up a whip with multiple strands at the end and murmured softly.

“This should do nicely…. Riding crops are fine, but this one packs a bit more of a punch.”

Saying this, he looked at Lyndon and smiled brightly.

“Huh, hmph! No, I don’t want to!”

In the end, Lyndon was lying face down across Cedric’s thighs, both hands bound. Naturally, he was completely stripped naked. Lyndon’s uncircumcised cock, shriveled up in fear, brushed pitifully against Cedric’s thigh.

“I told you countless times to call me by my name, yet you kept insisting on calling me Crown Prince. That was practically begging to be punished, but I didn’t catch on. Right?”

“No, no! I-I’ll call you properly from now on!”
“Too late, Lyndon. If you’ve made a mistake, you must take responsibility for it.”
“… Huh, huh… “

His heart pounded like mad. It wasn’t anticipation, but fear.

But regardless of the reason, Lyndon’s heart fluttered and raced wildly. It was like the chaotic clamor before a new card is dealt at a gambling table.

“How many hits do you want?”
“… Wha, what?! What do you mean?”

“You’d better think carefully before answering. If you say too few, I’ll hit you ten times that many. If you say too many… well, you’ll just have to take that many hits. What else can you do?”

“…”

Was it because his heart was racing so abnormally fast?

Strangely, it kept… kept throbbing and growing stiff. It was twitching and trying to harden.

Honestly, he couldn’t understand it. Neither Cedric’s actions nor his own lower body. Nothing made sense.

Faced with a situation where he couldn’t possibly know the right answer, Lyndon closed his eyes tightly and shouted.

“Th-then… th-then… I’ll take… ten… ten lashes!”
“Hm…”

Cedric was deep in thought. Truthfully, no matter what number Lyndon named, he intended to strike ten times that amount. But ten strokes?

A hundred strokes would tear the skin on his buttocks to shreds. Wasn’t that a bit excessive?

Well, it was the first time… Maybe just ten?

Cedric finally reached a conclusion and chuckled.

“Alright, Lyndon… Count carefully. If you mess up, we start over from the beginning.”

With those words, Cedric raised the whip and lashed it hard across Lyndon’s buttocks.

Smack!

“Ugh!”

Lyndon’s body instinctively jerked and trembled. His back arched, and the center of his buttocks swelled red. The whip left a long, cool red mark as it pulled away, leaving a sticky trail.

“Damn it, starting over.”

Once again, the whip struck Lyndon’s buttocks.

“Ha, haaah!”
“Damn, again?”

The lashing repeated over and over. Throughout, Lyndon never counted a single time. Dazed by the pain, he could only breathe out foolish, damp sighs. So, until the lashing surpassed ten times, he just endured the repeated blows like a fool.

Lyndon’s buttocks swelled redder and hotter. Beads of sweat trickled down his bare spine. A tingling sensation, like sparks settling between his vertebrae, seeped out.

Pain and pleasure, fear and anticipation, discomfort and delight. Revulsion and excitement.

Such conflicting things blossomed within Lyndon’s mind.

Was it because, despite feeling disgusted by Hayley’s strange behavior, he had kept getting hard and ejaculating without pause? Or was it simply because, as Hayley said, Lyndon was a pervert?

Even in a situation where crying out in pain wouldn’t be enough, Lyndon’s cock surged with strength. The foreskin that had covered the tip of his glans slid back, exposing the hidden urethral opening.

Transparent pre-cum began trickling like tears from that narrow hole. It dripped onto Cedric’s thigh, leaving a sticky wet spot. Feeling the dampness on his thigh, Cedric grinned crookedly.

“Huh, hmmph! Ah, it hurts, it hurts…”
“Ha! You say it hurts…. Lyndon, your cock’s hard…. Getting whipped and still getting hard? You vulgar little bastard!”

Despite his words, Cedric’s own lower body was rigid with tension. Ignoring his own painfully swollen cock, an undeniable smile spread across his lips. The corners of his mouth curled mercilessly upward, creating a hollow in the center of his smooth cheek.

“No, no… Th-that’s not really…“

Cedric admired Lyndon’s flushed face, raised the whip high once more, and lashed his soft ass again.

Smack!

“Ugh, hmmph!”
“You want it, don’t you? That’s why you don’t even count! Getting hard and leaking precum! Fuck, you filthy little bastard!”
“Haah! Ugh! No, no, I’m not!”

Smack!

The sound of flesh being struck echoed relentlessly. At some point, Cedric tossed the whip aside and began slapping Lyndon’s buttocks with his open hand, smack after smack.

He raised his arm above his shoulder and struck Lyndon’s buttocks hard. The hot, swollen flesh yielded softly with each swing of his palm.

“Huh, hmph! One! Two, two!”

Lyndon belatedly began counting. He’d already struck him about thirty times, and Lyndon’s buttocks were on the verge of being torn to shreds.

“What are you counting now for!”

Cedric grabbed Lyndon’s scorching hot buttocks with both hands as if they were on fire, pulling them wide apart. The unshaven, natural anus quivered, tempting Cedric. The white hair made it look smooth as silk.

“Fuck… this filthy little hole…”

Muttering like that, Cedric pressed his large, sleek, erect cock against Lyndon’s anus. It tickled the area around Lyndon’s hole with the tip of his glans, as if it might force its way in at any moment. The tip of his glans touched the tender skin and soft hair, temptingly soft. 

Fragrant oil was poured over it.

“Huh, huh! Wh-what are you d-doing?! S-stop it!”
“What am I doing? Just fucking you. Huh? Don’t play innocent, you little bastard.”

As he spoke, Cedric’s large cock gradually crawled into Lyndon’s anus. Without any foreplay, the forceful, violent penetration continued endlessly.

“Ugh, ugh!”

When the thick head of his cock finally slammed into Lyndon’s deepest, most secret spot at the end of the long thrust, Lyndon gagged violently.

But for some reason, he felt even greater ecstasy. He instinctively began grinding his hips, stimulating Cedric. Most importantly, his hole was already thoroughly loosened from the relentless spanking. Thanks to that, it wasn’t as horribly painful as last time.

“Hiiik! Ha, haat!”
“Fuck, you little bastard…”

Finally, Cedric’s thick cock filled Lyndon’s used hole completely. Lyndon felt the tightness inside and let out a sloppy, hot moan.

Putting aside the unpleasant, dirty feeling, it was true that his entire body was engulfed in pleasure.

“Ugh, haaah!”

Cedric’s cock withdrew deep inside, then thrust back in, plowing through his ass. It rubbed painfully against his prostate, grinding fast as if trying to set his rectal walls on fire.

The rectum, overworked last night, cushioned the fully erect cock softly. The still-hot buttocks pressed against Cedric’s thighs, delivering a tingling pleasure.

Hayley’s face faded from Lyndon’s simple mind of its own accord. The longing for him began to fade. 

He was simply consumed by pleasure, starting to moan like an animal.

Hayley’s bright smile as he looked at Lyndon, that ticklish act of placing a soft kiss on Lyndon’s forehead, those tender hands feeding dates into Lyndon’s mouth.

All of it was overlaid with violent sex. Even though he didn’t want to forget, it was fading from his mind of its own accord.

So Lyndon wept. Panting beneath Cedric, pounded up and down like a piston tearing through her bowels, thighs quivering, body trembling, hot liquid kept streaming from his eyes.

“Fuck! Fuck! You fucking slut! You get fucked somewhere else and then come whining to me! Fuck you!“

For someone cursing, Cedric looked quite pleased. His dark pupils dilated widely, his hips thrusting wildly. Seeking to settle deeper inside Lyndon.

”Huh, huh! Ha, haa!”

Cedric’s rough fucking made Lyndon’s body shake wildly. Watching, Cedric turned Lyndon’s body over and laid him properly flat. His back pressed against the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He spread Lyndon’s legs and thrust deep inside him once more. Lyndon’s erect, uncircumcised cock bounced up and down frantically.

Amidst it all, two swollen, red nipples caught his eye, seeming pitiful and lonely.

They weren’t particularly luscious or beautiful in color, but they were those lewd nipples Cedric had sucked on so much the night before that they were stretched large and misshapen.

Cedric took the intermittently trembling nipple into his mouth. Then he began to chew on it with his molars. Immediately, the inside of the anus tightened around him, more intensely, more fiercely.

“Ha, haaah! Hic!”
“Fuck…“

As if it were jelly, he chewed it repeatedly, squishing it. Lyndon’s nipple split and peeled apart between Cedric’s molars. A faintly bitter taste of blood spread through his mouth.

“Ah, ugh! Ah, it hurts!”

Tears welled up in Lyndon’s eyes. It meant his blue irises had turned even bluer. Seeing this, Cedric felt an intense sense of accomplishment.

“Ha! Fuck… I’m fucking hard as hell…”

Pulling his lips away from his nipples, he began thrusting back and forth in earnest. He penetrated deeper and deeper inside Lyndon. Occasionally, he slapped Lyndon’s buttocks and even ordered him to tighten his rectal walls (though they were already sufficiently tight).

Lyndon grimaced, his face drenched in sweat, and clenched his anal sphincter muscles tightly. It was a fierce pressure, as if intent on tearing Cedric’s cock apart.

“Ah! Fuck…!”

Cedric’s cock was instantly squeezed, and he came without meaning to. He spewed his sticky, pure white semen deep inside Lyndon.

“Huh, huh!”

Lyndon didn’t ejaculate, but he let out a satisfied moan and breathed heavily. Cedric watched his panting lips, feeling a little disappointed, then walked over to the bookshelf.

Then he began carefully gathering the necessary supplies. A thin needle with a sharp tip, a small ball-tipped nipple bar, then disinfectant and gauze.

Cedric’s steps grew lighter once he had gathered everything. He approached Lyndon with a light, almost rhythmic gait.

“Hmm,, hmm hmm hmm, Uh-hmm.” Humming like someone faced with a sweet cake, Cedric began applying the disinfectant to Lyndon’s left nipple.

Lyndon’s complexion turned pale blue once more. He stared at Cedric with an expression of utter incomprehension.

“Wh-wh-what? No, no! Ce-Cedric! Wh-what on earth are you doing?”
“What else? I’m giving you a gift to show you’re mine.”
“… Huh?”

“This nipple piercing is made of platinum. It’s on a whole different level from the silver spoons you’re always polishing. And look, see this? The thing attached to the end is a diamond. A precious gem you could never afford to touch in your lifetime.”

“…”

He had infinite interest in cashing it in and heading to the casino… but he couldn’t muster even a shred of interest in putting it on his nipple.

It was just terrifying and disgusting.

Why would he arbitrarily try to attach something like that to his nipple? There was absolutely nothing about the Crown Prince’s actions he could understand.

“Ah, no! I, I’m f-fine! I’m okay!“
”Alright, good! But refuse me more vehemently.”

Lyndon’s face turned pale again. Every time he faced Cedric, who forced such negative words out of him, his heart would thud strangely. His toes curled involuntarily. Was it because he realized he was truly facing a madman?

“I, I really don’t want to! Don’t do this!”
“Oh! Fuck! You look so fucking delicious. I think I’m gonna get hard again, Lyndon!”

“…”

The air was cold, and within that chill, the tension boiled to its limit. His heart’s boiling point must be very low. Seeing how easily it bubbled up like this.

Ever since meeting Cedric, why had my heart grown so weak? Why did it pound so wildly each time, as if it might shatter?

Was it simply because of this situation? Or because of the man before him? Or had it always been this way?

Lyndon couldn’t understand. Not a single thing.

“Well, shall I break through now?”

The cold words, utterly out of place, flowed from Cedric’s mouth in a warm voice. He wanted to resist, but Lyndon’s hands were already bound together, leaving him unable to move. He wanted to kick with his legs, but Cedric was perched on his thighs, his weight pressing down.

Was it Cedric’s weight? His body wouldn’t budge an inch. All he could do was scream out a torrent of curses.

“Ugh, ugh! You, you fucking bastard! Get, get off me! Ugh! You fucking piece of shit! You perverted bastard! Fuck!”

A cold, sharp metal tip approached his flaccid nipple. Then it began lightly scratching and tickling it.

“Ugh! Ah, shit!”

That cool, tingly sensation was unnecessarily erotic. It felt like his chest was twitching uncontrollably.

Then, amidst that relaxed tension, a sharp metal needle suddenly pierced Lyndon’s nipple with brutal precision.

“Ugh, aaaah! Ugh-ah!”

An unexpected, sharp pain swept rapidly through Lyndon’s entire body. A tingling, burning sensation shot from his head to his toes, trailing like a chain reaction. And at the end of it, a strange sensation blossomed.

A strange sensation, like the tailbone below the spine was tingling, and the whole body was trembling involuntarily.

Thrilling and cold, immoral and shameful, irrational, and yet pleasure surged precisely because of it….

That peculiar sensation.

“Huh, huh…”

Lyndon looked down at his burning nipples, which felt both cold and heavy at the same time. His toes curled. It was truly a strange sensation.

Then Cedric extended his tongue and slowly licked Lyndon’s pierced nipple. Transparent saliva left a trail where Cedric’s tongue passed.

“Mmm, mmm.“

That hot, soft, wet tongue – so bright red – passing over the cold, hard, gleaming metal of the piercing.

The stark contrast made Lyndon’s heart race. His naturally erect glans twitched with pleasure.

”Huh, uhh.”

Cedric continued licking Lyndon’s pitifully trembling nipples. In that state, he gently stroked Lyndon’s cock with one hand. He began pistoning crudely up and down, scratching the tip of the glans wildly with his fingernails.

That sensation… how to describe it… no matter how many times, how many dozens of times he endured it, he could never grow accustomed to that electrifying thrill. The burning nipple tingled, and the tingling cock burned back – a mirror-image sensation.

Nipple and cock trembled and quivered. His buttocks tensed and clenched tightly.

“Huh, hwaaah! Haat!”

Cedric stiffened the tip of his tongue and lewdly violated the nipple’s tip. The salty taste of blood tingled on his tongue. His fingers still gripped the penis, jerking it rapidly.

“Ugh! Ha, haaah!”

Finally, Lyndon’s eyes widened. With a raucous scream, pure white semen gushed out from the tip of his glans. It splattered wildly, soiling Lyndon’s navel and Cedric’s hand.

“Ha! You say you refuse, but you love it every single time, don’t you, Lyndon?”
“Huh, hmph! Ah, no…!”

Then Cedric bit down again with his front teeth on her nipple, adorned with a cute piercing.

“Haah!”

It hurt. Yet beyond that pain, pleasure surged. Even greater pleasure than before.

His eyes widened involuntarily. The area around his hole tingled, and inside felt empty. He craved something large, hot, and hard to violently thrust inside, filling his rectum completely.

The very thing that had filled him just moments ago…

“Huh, hmph…”

Yet, even realizing what he wanted, Lyndon couldn’t utter a word. Unable to comprehend his own changed desires, he could only let transparent saliva drip from his mouth.

Watching this, Cedric smacked his lips. A sound like his tongue and palate separating echoed as his lips parted.

“Lyndon. Do you want me to put it in?”
“Huh? What?”

Lyndon, his face flushed crimson with heat, barely opened his eyes and looked at Cedric.

“Do you want me to put it inside you? Here, right here.”

How could this cruel man be so beautiful, down to his fingertips? His skin didn’t look human. His hands were flawless, like they were sculpted from plaster.

His large, clean hand swept once across Lyndon’s flat lower abdomen.

“Hm…”

Lyndon shuddered involuntarily, and Cedric chuckled softly, guiding his hand downward.

The gleaming, neatly trimmed nails at the tips of his snow-white, long, smooth fingers tickled the area around Lyndon’s anus.

Uncontrollably, his pupils, his heart, his pores, his orifices fluttered.

“…”

Lyndon desperately wanted to nod yes at Cedric. He wanted to spread his own back hole, beg to be filled right now, and sway his hips shamelessly.

But the other person wasn’t Hayley – it was Cedric. He’d asked the wrong person to hold him.

Despite appearances, Lyndon was surprisingly faithful, a man of unwavering loyalty. He would rather steal his beloved’s fortune to gamble away than ever cheat.

“No, I don’t want this… Please, don’t.”

Unfortunately for Lyndon, this refusal was yet another ‘correct answer’ for Cedric.

With a satisfied, sinister grin, Cedric pressed his swollen cock against Lyndon’s anus. The hole twitched and fluttered as if starved.

“Huh, ugh! I told you not to do it! Ugh!”
“Guh… Good boy, you little bastard.”

Cedric’s cock began splitting Lyndon’s asshole open once more. How many times had they fucked?

Lyndon strained to grasp his fading memories, trying to recall how many times Cedric had plowed inside him.

But he simply couldn’t think.

All that surfaced in his pleasure-drenched mind was the huge cock thrusting violently inside him as if to shatter his asshole, the brutal biting of his nipples as if to tear them off, the searing pain when he pierced the tip of his swollen nipple, and even the memory of how many times he’d stood erect, uncircumcised, and sprayed his pure white semen and fountains onto his stomach.

Only those filthy, shameful, vulgar memories surfaced, disjointed and fragmented.

In contrast, how many times had he fucked Hayley? How tenderly had Hayley treated him? What had that morning meal with Hayley tasted like? How soft had Hayley’s touch been…

How deeply he had come to love Hayley without even realizing it.

Why had he denied so fiercely that Hayley cherished him?

It was all tangled up, impossible to untangle right from wrong. His head was spinning.

So Lyndon cried.

Saddened by his own changing self, missing Hayley being overwritten by sex with others. Ecstatic from Cedric’s penis pounding inside him.

Because he felt like nothing more than a shallow man who could only chase pleasure.

For all these reasons, Lyndon screamed, his cock erect, cum spurting, moans escaping him, a nipple piercing dangling from his chest.

Until quite a long time had passed. Until his pleasure-weakened body lost consciousness and his eyes closed.