LM Chapter 8.1

“Huh…”

Lyndon woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes. Forcing his half-closed eyes wide, he looked over at the spot beside him. It was empty, as if nothing had ever been there.

“Ugh… Ugh… ”

It seemed that crazy bastard had finally left. For an impossibly long time – he couldn’t tell if it was hours or days – that thing had been shoved inside him, thrusting and shaking.

Now that the mad Crown Prince had finally departed, Lyndon felt a tiny bit better.

“Huh, uh…”

But that slight improvement rapidly faded. It was because his stomach started hurting like crazy.

His insides twisted and writhed in an unnatural way. When he first woke up, he thought it was just a little discomfort, but the pain intensified as his mind cleared.

Something unidentifiable and foreign was churning his stomach, making it gurgle and contract. A sharp, stinging sensation spread throughout his entire body, as if an invisible hand were gripping his organs, twisting and squeezing them.

“Ugh! Huh?”

Lyndon bolted upright from where he’d been lying and raced to the bathroom. Even his legs, trembling from the previous night’s exertion, couldn’t overcome his instinct. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, a different kind of tremor than during sex.

“Huh, ah…!”

He felt queasy. His stomach churned, threatening to heave.

Lyndon knew instinctively. He had to pull something out from inside his belly.

Arriving in the bathroom, Lyndon lifted one leg onto the bathtub, pushed his swollen buttocks back, and began scraping inside his anus with his fingers. The severely abused anus made it difficult to even insert a finger. From the narrow anal crevice, thick, white semen dripped, drip, drip, falling heavily onto the bathroom floor.

“Hmph! Ha….”

The sight of him scraping inside his own anus with his finger was utterly miserable. It was horrific. He couldn’t understand why he had to endure this.

And then, something Alex had said in the past came back to him.

‘Lyndon. Pay close attention to whether His Grace uses a condom when you have sex. If he doesn’t use one and you don’t feel any discomfort the next day… that means His Grace truly loves you.’

“Huh, huh…”

Only now did she understand what he meant. Even though Hayley had ejaculated inside Lyndon just like Cedric did, he always scraped the semen out of his anus after Lyndon fell asleep. Hayley always took care of the cleanup, so Lyndon never felt any pain from the semen.

It was a tenderness on a completely different level from Cedric, who would just pound away, cum, then abandon Lyndon and disappear.

But look at Cedric, this properly insane bastard. You could never expect such tender actions from him.

He’d shove his massive cock in without any foreplay, cum, chew on Lyndon’s nipples, beat him painfully with whatever he had – a whip or his palm – then pierce those same nipples before leaving, satisfied only himself. (Truthfully, Lyndon felt pleasure of similar magnitude and ultimately ejaculated more than Cedric… but he ignored that fact.)

“Huh…”

Finally, after painstakingly scraping out every last drop of semen, Lyndon stood before the mirror and looked at himself.

He was truly a mess.

One cheek was swollen and red from being struck, lips split and crusted over with dried blood. His nipple was large and puffy, pierced at the tip. From the nape of his neck down to his navel, it was covered in bite marks… He looked no different from a vulgar, sleazy rent boy.

“Ha… What a sight… What the hell is this?”

He muttered with a self-deprecating laugh, but honestly, Lyndon wanted to cry. Truly, he couldn’t believe what he looked like.

The moment he let his eyelids fall, hot tears gushed out between them. They gathered between his lashes, then began dripping down his cheeks and chin.

Last night he’d spilled semen and prostate fluid, and now, as soon as the sun rose, he was weeping. He might as well have been gambling. 

It was pitiful, sorrowful, and above all, unbearably nostalgic.

“Huh… Your Grace… Heh, Hayley…”

How had he ended up dragged to a place like this? Why had he been separated from Hayley?

“Damn it, that… that fucking bastard Cedric…”

Of course, from Lyndon’s perspective, it was all Cedric’s fault. Cedric, who had suddenly violated him and dragged him to this unknown place, was the reason this whole mess had happened.

“Huh. Hayley…”

How desperately must Hayley be searching for him? He must have been so shocked when he suddenly disappeared?

Unaware that Hayley had ordered him to be handed over to Cedric, Lyndon simply yearned for Hayley with agonizing longing.

Then, gazing at his haggard reflection in the mirror, he muttered. As if belatedly realizing something, as if finally resolved…

“… Then, I can just go see Hayley, go and tell him…”

Even if the Crown Prince had brought him here against his will, he could just run away and hide.

“Yes. I’ll go to Hayley, go and tell him. That the Crown Prince kidnapped me against my will… Ask him to hide me somewhere…”

Saying this, Lyndon recalled Hayley from that night returning from the casino. The one who had whispered that he was charming, that he loved him.

Of course, Hayley had never explicitly said he loved Lyndon. He’d only honestly confessed he desired Lyndon’s body… But Hayley’s ambiguous actions toward Lyndon were enough to cause Lyndon, whose mind was in tatters, to misunderstand.

“Alright! Let’s get out of here and go back to Hayley! Then somewhere… the countryside, or the Duke’s basement. If that’s not possible, let’s hide somewhere in an alley!”

And so, Lyndon made a dangerously rash decision.

No sooner had he steeled his weak resolve than he acted. He pulled his clothes on and dragged his trembling legs forward. 

Perhaps because of the sunlight streaming through the window, the marble floor beneath his feet felt slightly warm. But the air was bitterly cold. Probably because it was winter.

“Haah.”

And finally, upon reaching the terrace, he immediately opened the door. A cold wind lashed his face, and an unfamiliar, beautiful landscape came into view.

The palace grounds were vast. Trees in the meticulously and beautifully manicured gardens, and flowers so splendid it was hard to believe it was midwinter. And dynamic, majestic sculptures placed throughout.

He was captivated by the dazzling sights he’d never seen before. The Duke’s garden was quite splendid, but it couldn’t compare to the Imperial Palace’s. Unlike the Duke’s garden, which was clean and practical, the Imperial Palace’s garden was excessively beautiful and unreal. 

Just like the men who had passed through it.

“…”

Lyndon turned away, a bitter expression on his face. His gaze drifted past the frozen fountain in the dead of winter and the beautiful gravel path, moving even farther beyond. It settled on a small, hidden back gate tucked away in a very remote corner.

It was small, flimsy, and crude, incomparable to the grand main gate on the opposite side. But precisely because of that, it seemed like a place he could escape through.

Watching a servant pull a cart out through that tiny back gate, guarded by a single sentry, a loud voice suddenly reached him from somewhere.

He instinctively turned his head toward the sound. It was the voices of guards passing below the terrace where he stood.

“Eric! Why are you dragging your feet like that?”
“Ah, damn it. I was drinking beer at the ‘Drunken Badger’ until dawn yesterday, betting…”
“What? You have to guard the back gate tonight too? What were you thinking?”
“Damn it… When I’m drunk, my judgment gets clouded…”
“So you can guard at night?”
“I have to… What choice do I have? You know how much I spent on beer last night?”
“How much did you spend?”
“Don’t even ask…”

What came out of the guard’s mouth was a paltry sum, the kind Lyndon would blow in just one or two games at the casino.

But to Lyndon’s ears, the amount itself didn’t register. Only the thought that tonight was his chance to escape burned intensely.

“So, you’re saying you’re going to guard alone even though you’re not feeling well…”

The hollows under Lyndon’s eyes flushed slightly. Color returned to his pallid skin. For the first time since arriving here, a satisfied smile, as if he were happy, touched his lips.

That night.

Contrary to his worries that Cedric might come looking for him, Cedric didn’t even come near the room where Lyndon was staying.

Lyndon didn’t know it, but in truth, by this point, Cedric had grown somewhat tired of Lyndon.

Ever since Cedric had taken a man’s virginity for the first time, he had never taken the same man again. To him, a man he’d already taken was like champagne whose fizz had gone flat. That’s why having sex with the same man back-to-back was something entirely new for him.

Furthermore, Lyndon’s initial refusal had seemed mysterious at first, but that too only lasted a few times. Now, he was starting to get bored.

Once his fiercely burning heart cooled down, he truly snapped back to his senses. Thinking about it calmly, the guy wasn’t anything special.

Compared to the butlers from various families he’d taken before, this one lacked class, yet his reactions were pretty much the same.

On top of that, Lyndon was already a used commodity, well-worn and worn out. How dare he put on such airs when he wasn’t even new.

Of course, Cedric did find his handsome, manly looks and neat appearance very appealing. But beyond that, he was lacking in refinement and even seemed stupid. Cedric couldn’t understand why he had been so obsessed with him.

So Cedric, like someone waking from a trance, even considered sending Lyndon back to the duke’s residence.

He could only think of the vulgar notion that the son from the recently fallen noble house, who had come begging for his body, was still waiting, having half-forgotten Lyndon.

But oblivious to Cedric’s thoughts, Lyndon began attempting a dangerous escape.

First, he tried to make a long rope. Even if it was just a second-floor terrace, the place Lyndon stood was the imperial palace. The ceiling height was easily over 3 meters from floor to ceiling. Looking down from the terrace to the ground below, the height seemed at least 7 to 8 meters.

So Lyndon tried hard to make a rope. But the situation was utterly hopeless.

“What the hell? How am I supposed to make one? There’s nothing here… Should I cut up the curtains and tie them together?”

But the curtains that hung elegantly below the terrace looked excessively luxurious at first glance. If he failed to escape and they demanded he pay for those curtains… Lyndon had absolutely no confidence he could ever afford that.

After pacing for a while, his gaze finally drifted beyond the bookshelf. The image of Cedric pulling open the double bookshelf last night and retrieving a whip from the hidden shelf behind it automatically surfaced. That bookshelf, filled with all sorts of bizarre and strange things.

Lyndon approached it and pulled the handle just as Cedric had done. The hideous things concealed within reappeared once more. His stomach turned involuntarily.

“Ugh….”

His eyes scanned the bizarre array: a dildo shaped like a man’s genitals but as thick as a forearm, a series of odd rods resembling round balls, and the whips Cedric had carefully selected.

Finally, his gaze landed on a rope coiled and hanging in the far corner.

“Huh!? A, a rope?”

Lyndon’s face lit up.

While he couldn’t fathom why a rope was hanging here, or what its purpose might be, it was a stroke of luck for Lyndon regardless. It felt like a lifeline had been dropped from the heavens to save him.

He immediately grabbed the rope and tied it tightly to the pillar. It seemed a bit thinner than a typical rope, but it was still sturdy and strong.

Nodding once, he took a deep breath, ready to drop down from the terrace. But then, he glanced back one last time at the bedroom. That’s when he spotted the leather whip with its split tip, the very instrument that had stung his buttocks so many times.

“… Ah, fuck. That thing hurt like hell…”

He hesitated for a moment, shifting his face’s angle in thought, then picked it up too. He tucked the handle into his waistband and tossed the rope out onto the terrace.

Gripping the rope tightly, he looked down at the ground and felt a fresh wave of fear wash over him. His teeth chattered, and damp sweat seeped through his palms. He had to jump from this height.

He’d been calmly gambling, and now look at him.

“Haa, fuck…”

If he said he wasn’t scared, he’d be lying. It was a height where, if you were unlucky, you could crack your skull open and die, or if you were less unlucky, you might break an arm or a leg.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples. Lyndon muttered a small curse under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately, Hayley’s face flashed into his mind.

That face of Hayley, who had been so kind to him.

He recalled the tender kindness of Hayley, who must have gently scratched his inner wall in the early dawn while he slept.

‘Well… I wonder? I want to treat you well.’
‘I’m not very good at kissing. I’ve only kissed cheeks a few times. So I wish you’d do it for me every morning.’

“Huh”

He missed that warm, affectionate voice – so different from the cold, haughty exterior that seemed too dazzling at first glance. Tears threatened to spill unbidden.

How many days had it been since he last kissed Hayley on the cheek…?

“Back then… I didn’t know… Looking back now, it was actually a pretty happy time…” Lyndon murmured. Then, as if making a resolution, he set his expression firmly, gripped the rope tightly, and threw himself out onto the terrace.

His palms stung where they gripped the rope. His arms began to tremble uncontrollably. He tried to descend carefully, but slipped several times along the way. 

His delicate hands, used to polishing cutlery, were badly scraped. The thick smell of blood wafted right before his nose.

“Ugh!”

Finally reaching the flat ground, Lyndon groaned and looked down at his palms. The skin was peeled off, blood flowing freely – the sight was a bit gruesome.

This was nothing. It was pain he could endure. It couldn’t compare to not seeing Hayley.

“This isn’t the time… Come on, let’s go.”

He roughly wiped the blood somewhere on his pants and dashed toward the back gate.

Fortunately, it was deep into the night, nearing dawn, and the gardens and palace grounds were deserted. Lyndon reached the rear gate in an instant. 

There, slumped against it, was the guard he’d seen earlier that day, Eric. Even from a distance, he appeared to be in a deep sleep. He snored loudly, his mouth wide open.

Lyndon walked over to Eric’s side and began to open the wooden back gate. Just as he pulled down the latch and tried to push the door open with his hand… Eric suddenly woke up, stared at Lyndon, and shouted, “Huh, hmm… Wh-who’s there?”

Eric hurriedly drew a long sword from its scabbard, which had been used as decoration until now. 

Clang! 

The sound rang out as he aimed the drawn blade at Lyndon.

“…”

Lyndon couldn’t utter a word. Then Eric raised the sword high and swung it down toward Lyndon. Lyndon barely dodged to the side, avoiding the blade.

The stray sword embedded itself in the wooden door.

“Ah, no! Th-this! Dammit!”

While a flustered Eric tried to pull the sword free again, Lyndon pulled a leather whip from his sleeve. 

Whack!

The sharp crack of leather against skin echoed through the night. Eric immediately turned around, looking utterly bewildered.

“What the hell? This crazy bastard?”

Lyndon stood there with a dumb look on his face, holding a BDSM-style whip.

It was truly bizarre. 

When Cedric had whipped his ass the day before, the pain had been almost unbearable, yet Eric merely scratched the back of his head as if he felt nothing. His eyes were clearly mocking and contemptuous.

“Where the hell did this random bastard come from! You just wait!”

Eric reached for the hilt again, trying to draw his sword. 

At that moment, Lyndon flipped the whip around and struck Eric squarely on the skull with the hard handle. A thud echoed, and Eric collapsed like a broken doll before the back gate.

“Ha, haa…”

Lyndon gasped for breath and slipped through the open door.

Finally, finally.

He had succeeded in escaping the Imperial Palace.

Lyndon ran. He sprinted barefoot, his soles tearing open and bleeding after his palms had. But it was fine.

How many days had it been?

Cold air sprayed across his face. It felt unusually refreshing. He was in a pitiful state, not even wearing a coat, but it was fine. His tonsils stung from the gasping breaths rising up to his throat, but even that was bearable. As he expelled the overwhelming breath in a huge exhalation, a white puff of breath condensed and spread around Lyndon.

And all of this – simply running through the night and letting the cold air wash over his face – felt strangely, inexplicably happy.

Finally, he had found freedom.

He could go meet Hayley.

“Ha! Haa! Hayley!” He ran out, calling Hayley’s name repeatedly. 

Then, spotting a carriage parked by the main road, he urgently pounded on it.

“Hey, haa… Excuse me!”
“Huh? Wh-who’s there?”

The coachman, who had been sleeping inside the carriage, jumped out.

“Please, please take me to the Whitaker Duke’s residence!”
“The Whitaker Duke’s? You want to go there in the middle of the night? That’ll cost a pretty penny…“

The coachman looked Lyndon up and down. He didn’t look poor, but his attire didn’t exactly scream wealth either. The quality of his clothes was decent, but he was barefoot without shoes in the dead of winter, no coat either.

“M-money… Um, how much would I have to pay?”
“Let’s see… It’s nighttime, so I’ll have to charge double… Normally, £5 would be enough, but… Right now, I’ll need at least £10!”

The coachman answered with a fierce expression. Meanwhile, Lyndon’s face grew pale. Money? He’d fled barefoot. Where on earth would he have that kind of money…

“I, I can give it to you once we reach the Duke’s estate!”

If they just reached the Duke’s estate, Hayley would surely pay the carriage fare. Lyndon shouted confidently. But the driver’s expression remained unimpressed.

“Do you think I’ve only been fooled once or twice by such promises? Hmph! No cash up front, no ride!“

The coachman shook his head and started to climb back inside. Just as Lyndon raised his arm to grab him, a thin shirt brushed against Lyndon’s chest. A tingling sensation and a strange feeling welled up.

”Huh!“
”Huh?”

The coachman tilted his head, mimicking Lyndon’s strange moan. Unbeknownst to him, the tightly stretched shirt had teasingly brushed against Lyndon’s pierced, swollen nipple, causing Lyndon to involuntarily let out a moan.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere? Ah, but even so, I can’t take you that far for free! Then give me £8! At least that much…”

Lyndon raised his hand to cut off the driver’s words, then turned his back and lifted his thin shirt. 

A platinum nipple bar, with a subtle sheen, was visible at the tip of his red, swollen, erect nipple. At the end was a sparkling diamond – an expensive piece.

“Hold on a moment…”

Lyndon walked a short distance away from the coachman toward a shadowy alley. Then he lifted his shirt again, biting it with his mouth, and began carefully undoing the nipple bar with his hands.

One hand gripped the diamond-studded ball fiercely. His nipples were swollen to the point of being painful to the slightest touch.

Yet, strangely, amidst that pain, his thighs tensed with force. The back hole between his buttocks tingled. The empty hole twitched and contracted of its own accord. He unconsciously tried to think of something else, afraid he might get hard.

“Huh…”

With his remaining hand, he grasped the nipple bar. It took considerable effort to steady the cold metal as it slipped slightly between his fingers.

Barely holding it, he began turning the ball. His moving fingers and the hard, pointed diamond on the ball endlessly scraped against his nipple.

“Ha, ah!”

Naturally, Lyndon whimpered with pleasure. Moans escaped him involuntarily. Saliva dripped from his mouth. His cock was already fully erect.

To behave so vulgarly over something as trivial as removing a nipple piercing. To stand on the street with his cock hard and moan like that.

Was it because of this absurd situation? Or the sense of betrayal? His nipples grew even harder and his cock tightened.

Perhaps he really had become a pervert.

Could he even go back to Hayley with a body that had become so filthy?

Would he… forgive him for having lain with another? Would he still love him?

Burdened with worry, he finally unfastened the nipple bar. Lyndon stuffed the diamond from the nipple piece into his pocket, pulled out the platinum bar, smoothed his shirt back down, and walked towards the coachman.

“Th-this… this is platinum, you see… It’s worth well over £10…”

He forced the words out, but the coachman was looking elsewhere. He was completely transfixed, staring at Lyndon’s nipple, protruding sharply through the crisp white shirt.

“…”

No, why on earth was one side perfectly flat while the other bulged out so prominently, demanding attention like that?

Looking closer, it seemed like a faint pinkish flesh tone was visible beneath the crisp white shirt…

“Aren’t you taking it? Or should I find another driver…“
”Ah, yes, I’ll take it!“

The coachman shook his head as if waking from sleep and took the nipple bar from Lyndon’s hand.

‘Of course not! How could I possibly feel lust for a man, not even a woman!’ He forced himself to think that.

”Sit down and get some sleep. We’ll be driving for at least an hour to reach the Duke. Understood?”

Lyndon gave a light nod and stepped into the carriage. As soon as he sat down on that hard, rough seat and leaned his head against the wall, his eyes began to close.

“Finally… Finally. I’ve succeeded in escaping…” He murmured that and closed his eyes.