LM Chapter 10.2

Lyndon shouted frantically. He was trembling so hard his entire body shook. He had managed to stay sane only because the change to his nipples was a subtle one, just a slight split at the tips. But if his lower half… if his own genitals were changed into some bizarre shape…

That would be truly horrific. He might lose his mind and go insane instantly.

Whether Cedric knew Lyndon’s distraught heart or was just pretending not to, he smiled brightly and brought the Anal Beads over, teasing the area around Lyndon’s anus.

“These are great and all… but they don’t produce any precum. It’ll be a bit dry, so I’ll give you a generous coating of scented oil instead.”
“… Yes.”

As Lyndon answered weakly, Cedric took the oil and began to slather it onto the beads.

Lyndon, however, didn’t know. That oil contained the same aphrodisiac components Hayley had once used on him. Except this was several times more potent.

Unaware, he felt the oil-slicked device being inserted deep, deep into his back entrance. Every time one of the different-sized balls slid inside, Lyndon’s body convulsed.

“Hng… mmp.”

His anal opening began to burn with an unnatural heat, and the internal membranes became clingy and sensitive. A frantic itchiness blossomed within him, making him as desperate as he had been when his nipples were vulgarly split.

A familiar yet intense jolt of electricity surged to the top of his head. His thighs and pelvis twisted of their own accord.

Cedric steadfastly reached for the tiny switch attached to the device lodged inside Lyndon and pressed it. Immediately, the tool of pleasure wedged tightly against his rectal walls began to vibrate with a low buzz.

“Hng, mmp! Wh-what is this!”

“It’s a tool imbued with a moderate amount of magic. How is it? It’s quite expensive. You’d have to trade about three of those nipple bars you gave to the coachman to get one of these.”

“Hng, ngh, ahhh!”

Lyndon shook violently under the forced pleasure. His hole constricted, trying to push the device out.

But the more his anus rejected the beads, the more roughly Cedric stirred them and pushed them in to the very end. Then, as if to ensure they wouldn’t fall out, he plugged the entrance with a small stopper. No matter what happened, the device would not be coming out.

“You shouldn’t try to spit it out like that.”
“Hng, h-heee! Hiiieee!”

The vibrating device began its full-scale assault on Lyndon. It felt as if he had been bitten on the nape of the neck by a predatory beast. His reason was swallowed down his throat in gulps. Soon, nothing remained but instinct, drenched in pleasure.

Obscene moans spilled from Lyndon’s mouth. He trembled in ecstasy. Between his wide-spread legs, the white hairs that had grown back naturally twitched. Seeing this, Cedric asked somewhat apathetically, as if displeased.

“Lyndon. Did you used to shave your pubic hair?”
“Hah! Fu, ngh! Hng!”

He couldn’t answer. He didn’t have the luxury. He could only shudder under the weight of the pleasure. 

Losing his patience, Cedric grabbed a handful of the coarse pubic hair as if he were going to rip it out and shouted at him to answer. 

Like someone who had lost his soul, Lyndon spoke through a trail of drool.

“Hup! Hah! Y-yes! Yes! Hng, ah… hic!”
“Fuck, there’s really nothing you haven’t done. Just how filthily were you rolling around with Hayley?”

Regardless of the words, Lyndon could no longer hold back his climax. The hair wasn’t the problem.

“Ce-Cedric! I’m… huff… I’m going to cum!”

At those words, Cedric looked at him with cold eyes and brandished a very thin rod. Lyndon tried to focus on what that small, slender thing was, but it wasn’t easy. His vision was entirely blurred and hazy.

“If you cum this time, I’m putting this in.”
“Hng, mmp, what?”
“Into your… I’m going to insert this catheter into your urethra.”
“…”

Even in his pleasure-addled state, Lyndon’s face turned deathly pale. He couldn’t wrap his head around what he had just heard.

He was going to put that… that rod… into his urethra? Into that small, pitiful opening… such a cruel thing…

Goosebumps erupted over his skin. He was drenched in a terror that felt like he might wet himself.

Why? Just why… why would he put something like that in…

“Hng, ngh! Wh-why… hic… why are you putting that in?”
“I told you several times not to cum, but you won’t listen.”

The explanation was simple, but its content was savage and cruel.

“So, you’d better do a good job of holding it in, right?”
“… Hng… ah…”

But holding back a climax was no easy task. Inside his anus, the Anal Beads were buzzing and vibrating, repeatedly striking Lyndon’s prostate, and his rectal walls were completely coated in aphrodisiac.

Any saint would have ended up with their legs spread and their hole twitching, vomiting white semen from their urethra.

In fact, the very fact that he had held it in this long was a miracle. It was a situation where one should be patting his ass, sucking his cock, and swallowing his semen for doing a good job – not threatening to shove a long catheter into the tip of his penis.

It felt as though the hot blood in his body was evaporating. He panted as if he were about to draw his last breath.

He desperately tensed his entire body and inhaled. Just as he was occupied with the thought that he had to stop the climax at all costs, Cedric approached him and began slathering white shaving foam over his groin.

“Hng, ngh, wh-what are you…”

Without answering, Cedric held up a small, sharp razor.

“This messy hair is bothering me… I thought I’d turn it into a smooth mountain.”
“…”

Originally, Cedric was a man who loathed anything artificial and desired only natural beauty. Yet, strangely, the hair that had grown back on Lyndon’s lower half bothered him. He wanted to tear it all out.

Perhaps it was out of jealousy toward Hayley. The fact that he had to take over the hair that Hayley had once trimmed was unpleasant.

At the same time, a vague thought occurred to him that no matter what Lyndon looked like, it would be fine.

Whether he shaved off all the pubic hair to reveal a pale groin, or applied tint to his back hole to turn it red.

If it was Lyndon, anything seemed acceptable.

However, unlike Cedric, who was beginning to feel a sense of satisfaction, Lyndon’s mood was exactly the opposite.

For a moment, Lyndon was submerged in a shock so profound he forgot the persistent, clawing pleasure. Forgetting even to moan, he stared blankly at Cedric, who was brandishing the razor. 

To think that in this situation – when it was already a struggle just to hold back his climax – he was going to shave him.

Even when Hayley had brandished a razor and made a fuss, Lyndon had been terrified, begging for his life. But for the madman Cedric to hold a blade…

Fear gripped his loins. He was terrified that if he accidentally ejaculated while the hair was being trimmed, Cedric might slash his genitals with that sharp blade.

Trembling with terror, fighting off the urge to both urinate and ejaculate, Lyndon pleaded with words.

“Ce-Cedric. P-please, not n-now… Once this is all over, you can do whatever you… hng!”

Before his plea could even finish, a firm palm pressed down on his lower abdomen to keep him still, as if he were livestock being prepped for slaughter. Immediately, the sharp razor touched his skin. It began to scrape away the prickly growth with a raspy, rhythmic sound.

If he could, he would have knelt. He wanted to beg him to stop, to tell him how scared he was.

But a violently vibrating device was lodged inside Lyndon’s anus, and both his arms were bound fast. His left nipple burned, and his cock, slick with shaving foam, was swollen tight as if ready to burst at any second.

Was ejaculation the priority? Or the shaving? Or enduring this situation? Or perhaps letting the tears fall?

He had no idea what the right answer was.

So, like a man who had lost every ounce of strength, Lyndon endured, vomiting out hoarse moans. He wanted to lose consciousness, but even that wasn’t easy. If anything, the problem was that his mind remained unnaturally clear.

Soon, the keen blade pressed against the shaft of Lyndon’s cock. He was undoubtedly terrified; tears were streaming down his face. Yet, even in the midst of that, the sensation of the cold steel against his skin and Cedric’s dry, tactile touch as he maneuvered to shave – those small details stimulated Lyndon ferociously. 

He panted and grimaced, fighting back the urge to cum.

“Hah, hng… ngh! Ha, ah!”

The scritch-scratch of the blade finally ceased. Whether he had finished removing all the hair or not, Cedric began to wipe Lyndon’s lower half with a wet towel.

As the shaving foam and shorn hair were wiped away, Lyndon’s cock emerged transformed, returned to its pristine, pale original state.

White hair, clear blue eyes. Red, raging, split nipples, and a pale groin stripped of all pubic hair, down to the sharp protrusion of his pelvic bone between his wide-spread thighs.

It was a sight that commanded every ounce of one’s attention.

“Ah, fuck… that’s so hot…”

Cedric licked his lower lip with a bright red tongue, muttering, “So that disgusting, uptight prick Hayley got to see this, too.”

Immediately, Cedric’s expression began to contort without restraint. He spat harshly on the floor.

Cursing under his breath, he yanked the plug at the entrance and shoved the device trapped inside even deeper. Lyndon’s body jerked and thrashed like a man struck by lightning.

“A-aaack! Ah, ahhh! Hiee-aaa! Hah! Hah-iiit!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You piece of trash! You should have come to me first! How dare you! How dare you go to Hayley first!?”

Cedric shoved the device back and forth violently as if he intended to rupture the rectal walls. 

Lyndon’s vision blurred and flickered. Sparks danced before his eyes. An unpleasant, ominous shudder ran through his entire body.

He felt like he would ejaculate at any moment… but Lyndon was afraid. He was so terrified of that thin rod Cedric had been waving in front of his eyes that he couldn’t bear it.

If something like that was shoved into his urethra, he would be broken. He didn’t even know if it was physically possible to put something in a urethra; he couldn’t understand how someone could perform such a ruthless, subhuman act, or if it was intended as torture… but he knew one thing for certain.

A depraved, crazy bastard like Cedric would do it without a second thought.

Actually, it was more than that. It was obvious he wanted to shove that rod into his urethra right now. He had made excuses about “testing” Lyndon, but those were just words. Regardless, the man was obsessed with putting things into holes and thrusting…

That was why Lyndon wanted to hold it in at all costs. He wanted to keep his semen from spraying and prevent Cedric from getting what he wanted.

He tensed his glutes and abdominal muscles, enduring. His face, flushed up to his collarbones, was so distorted it couldn’t possibly crumple any further. Cedric mocked him, saying he looked like a beast in heat, but that didn’t matter.

Just how many minutes did Lyndon endure this cruel pleasure? Eventually, the end had to come. At a certain point, Lyndon’s body began to contract and twitch of its own accord. Even his head shook violently. He began to squeeze the device in his back hole as if to crush it.

The sensation was like a sudden, overwhelming tidal wave. Something Lyndon couldn’t stop even if he tried… Like a helpless human standing before a great force of nature, his entire body was drenched in pleasure. From head to toe, he contracted and sobbed noisily.

“Hi-uht… hng, no…! Ahhh, hah… h-hng! Ahhh, that… ha, haah, n-no more…!”

But it seemed Lyndon was the type who could follow through when pushed. With the ironclad determination that he must not ejaculate, he gathered every remaining ounce of strength and closed every orifice of his body. His open mouth, his staring eyes, his fluttering urethra, his twitching anus. He clamped everything shut. He even forgot to breathe.

Then, as if flowing backward, the semen curled back into Lyndon’s body. It returned to the testicles where it was born and pooled there. He had ejaculated internally.

Lyndon heaved, exhaling sharp, ragged breaths. His toes were curled tight, his legs shook, and he let out ugly moans as he shuddered in the throes of ecstasy – but that was all. The tip of his glans was clean. He had succeeded in holding back the ejaculation.

“Ha, haaa… hup, hugh… f-fuuu…”

Lyndon stared at Cedric with a dazed expression. The device that had been ravaging his back hole had stopped. The vibration, the cruel thrusting motion, everything was still.

However, Cedric’s expression changed by the second. Slowly, the corners of his mouth began to curl up, and his eyes grew wide.

“So… you ended up experiencing a dry orgasm?”
“… Pardon?”

Lyndon barely managed to answer. His throat was raw from all the screaming. A pathetic, hoarse voice, split into several tones, leaked out sorrowfully.

“Ha… dammit.”

Cursing, Cedric pulled the device out of Lyndon’s anus. With a sequence of wet pop, pop, pop! sounds caused by the pressure difference, the drenched tool was withdrawn without mercy.

“Haaaaa!!! Hng…”

Even the minor stimulation of the device being removed nearly made Lyndon ejaculate again. His body had become infinitely sensitive. His heart hammered at a frantic pace, and his back hole was contracting and fluttering dozens of times every few seconds.

“Lyndon… you ejaculated without my permission again.”
“…”
“It looks like you need to be punished. Even a dog understands words better than you do.”

As he spoke, he lifted the catheter.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry! Aaah! N-no! I really, really don’t want it!”

Lyndon trembled as if having a seizure. But those words and actions only fueled Cedric’s fire. With an excited laugh, Cedric roughly wrapped his hand around Lyndon’s cock.

“Hng, nghhh. I-I was wrong…”

At this point, Lyndon kept pouring out apologies. In truth, he didn’t understand at all what he had done so wrong that a thing like that had to be inserted into his narrow urethra, but he had no choice.

Unfair and sorrowful things were a daily occurrence for commoners. If throwing away his pride meant gaining something, he could toss that pride aside in an instant.

Simply apologizing to Cedric was no problem at all. His knees were very cheap. If anything, he was disappointed in himself for not apologizing sooner.

“I was wrong… Cedric, p-please don’t…”

Unfortunately, however, Lyndon was once again mistaken. This act of groveling, apologizing, and making a sorrowful face was exactly what set Cedric’s passion ablaze.

If he wanted to stop him, rather than making a fuss and getting teary-eyed, behaving like a total slut – vulgarly swinging his hips and begging him to put it in quickly – would have been much more effective. 

Lyndon still didn’t know that.

In truth, he was a man who possessed no talent for reading others’ psychology to begin with. He was also a slow learner. For those reasons, despite having gambled so much, he had never once won any money.

Cedric drizzled scented oil over the tip of Lyndon’s glans, which he held firmly in his grip. Usually, the oil was only applied to his back hole, so the damp sensation on the tip of his penis left him bewildered.

“Hng… mmp! Wh-why here…”
“Because I have to put the catheter into your piss-hole.”
“…”

He felt cold and devastated. It felt as if a shard of ice were being driven into his chest. Soon, that chill, starting from his heart, reached all the way to the tip of his glans. At the same time, it became slippery.

Being both cold and slippery was a deeply unpleasant sensation. It made him look back and wonder how he had ever tolerated such stuff being smeared on his back entrance all this time.

His cock, now coated in a layer of slippery oil, was kneaded. His sensitive organ, which had already ejaculated three times, began to harden under the stimulation. 

Just as Cedric had said, he was nothing but a loose slut.

“Hng, hup!”

Lyndon was a bit flustered. Why was the man who usually only toyed with his back hole suddenly grabbing and stroking his cock? Was this really just to insert that thing called a catheter…

It was an accurate guess. Generally speaking, it was easier to insert a catheter when the cock was fully erect. If it were soft and limp, the insertion could wound the urethral tract, and in the worst-case scenario, it could lead to necrosis, requiring the cock to be amputated.

Unaware that he was being hardened for such a “kind” reason, Lyndon panted. Cedric’s calloused palm gripped Lyndon’s foreskin and moved rapidly. Every time he was scraped by those callouses, the stinging pain forced a burst of pleasure out of him.

He was scared to death; it felt as if a knife were being held to his heart, and cold shivers crawled up his spine, yet it was strange how pleasure bloomed even amidst the chills.

Since when had it been like this? Since when did the presence of fear and pain result in the feeling of ecstasy? Why had his unpleasant feelings become the primary ingredients for his pleasure?

And the pleasure that bloomed from those unpleasant emotions brought about a stimulation so massive it defied explanation. It was on a completely different dimension from the ordinary sexual encounters he had known before.

Having passed through the hands of two men, his body had reached a state where it could no longer easily achieve an erection unless he was terrified or miserable. If his mind felt even slightly uneasy, his cock would immediately start trembling and stand tall, leaking a bit of precum. 

He had truly become a perverted fetishist, fully trained.

“Ha! You say you hate it… but look at your dick, standing rock hard.”
“Hng, h-heeeeee.”

Once again, he felt the urge to cum. Intoxicated by the fear and the soft massage of his cock, his eyes rolled back. He acted as if he had truly become a loose whore.

It was clear he would be severely punished if he ejaculated again without a word. So, to get permission, he cried out.

“I-I’m… I’m going to… going to c-cum…!”
“Ha, seriously…”

Cedric stopped his lewdly moving hand. He spread his palm wide, wrapping it around the glans like a dumpling skin and pulling it down to create a gap in the urethral opening. Inside the tiny hole, a small abyss flickered.

“A-aaack!”

The urge to cum receded slightly. It seemed a massive, inappropriate fear acted as a climax suppressant. 

Lyndon closed his eyes. His body shook uncontrollably.

“Hng, h-heeeeee.”

He wished Cedric would just take a large sword and strike his neck to end it. His mind would go dizzy with pain and tears would well in his eyes even if he just bumped his cock against a table, yet now, he was going to be pierced. 

A rod was going to be shoved inside. How much would it hurt? How agonizing would it be?!

Cold sweat poured out, drenching Lyndon’s entire body.

Yet, piteously, his anus flickered and his penis remained rock hard. His elongated nipples stood erect and trembled as if joyful, and a flush bloomed on his face.

Truly, truly. Like a pervert. Like someone possessed by a bizarre desire.

“Hng!”

Finally, the catheter began to be inserted into the tip of his glans.

Because his eyes were closed, he couldn’t see it, but something was slowly being pushed into the tip of his penis. As expected, it was painful, unpleasant, and incredibly arousing.

The back of his neck was soaked with sweat. Perhaps because he was tensing up unconsciously, his body jerked and twitched. At that, Cedric lightly slapped Lyndon’s cheek and shouted.

“Relax! You want me to cut your dick off?!”
“Relax! You want me to cut your dick off?!”

After that, he tried his absolute best to relax. He tried not to think of anything. He endured by picturing a casino’s roulette wheel, the round chips, and the floor covered in a bright red carpet. 

His breath hitched. His wide-spread legs shook and trembled. And his bound hands…

He was truly glad his hands were tied. He didn’t know what he might have done if they were free. Perhaps he would have punched Cedric in the face, or struggled to pull the catheter out…

Meanwhile, the catheter continued to advance. Slowly but steadily, it was pushed into the urethral tract.

“Hng… n-no… really…”

He muttered negative words several times, but Cedric acted as if he couldn’t hear. And through this physical experience, Lyndon’s mind was slowly breaking.

That was right. This wasn’t just pain. It wasn’t about the necrosis of the penis. This was an act closer to the collapse of his psyche.

The dramatic situation of having a path meant for exit being entered in reverse; the feeling of defeat toward himself for being helpless to refuse or stop it. And despite all that, the shame of being such a “shithole whore” who stayed erect, felt pleasure, and twitched his anus.

Through such an extraordinary experience, Lyndon’s spirit began to drift away. Tears flowed ceaselessly from his eyes.

And finally, the catheter was fully inserted. At the tip of his glans, the round bead at the end of the rod clicked into place.

“Haha. It’s done… Open your eyes, Lyndon.”
“…”

Lyndon slowly opened his teary eyes. He saw the round bead sitting at the tip of his glans. It was the end of the catheter.

“Hic, ugh…”

Looking at that – looking at the stopper of the catheter at the tip of his glans – he felt that it was truly all over now. The thought dominated him that he had been broken so badly he could never return to his original self. It wasn’t simply pain or a devastated heart… it felt as if everything that made him a human being had been stripped away.

Cedric didn’t even think to try and understand Lyndon’s devastated mind. He cruelly grabbed the round end of the catheter and moved it gently.

Immediately, his urethra was painfully scraped. His prostate, deep inside, was directly poked and prodded. The pleasure that had always occurred with a rectal wall in between now drenched Lyndon’s body much more directly.

It felt like his brain was being struck directly.

“Hng, h-hap! Hah! Aaaack! Hiiieeek!”

His body thrashed noisily. His entire form contracted, and he shuddered violently. A pleasure so massive he couldn’t possibly handle it caused him pain. 

He wanted to spray his semen immediately, but because of the catheter, he couldn’t ejaculate. Thus, he sank deeper into a thick, stinging pain of pleasure.

“Haaa, fuck… that’s so fucking hot.”
“Hng, h-heee…”

Lyndon shook his head and pleaded with Cedric.

“Please, p-pull it out… I-I’m scared…”

“Don’t worry, Lyndon. I told you, you won’t die. In the worst-case scenario, we’ll just castrate you and be done with it.”
“Hic! Eek!”

Lyndon cried even more noisily. Cedric ignored Lyndon’s weeping and boldly spread his legs. He put his fingers inside the hole and stretched it wide. Through the horizontally stretched back entrance, white semen began to leak out.

“Ha, fuck… you really… you were born for this.”
“Mmp…”

Saying that, he prepared to push his own glans into the hole. Just as he was about to savor the heated body, someone suddenly knocked on the bedroom door.

“Your Imperial Highness! Your Imperial Highness! It’s an emergency!”
“… Fuck!”

Cedric looked toward the door and shouted in a rage.

“Dammit! Get the hell out of here right now!”
“His, His Majesty has summoned you urgently, so I hurried…. Please forgive me if there was any impoliteness.”
“Father…?”

Cedric pondered for a moment. Being summoned at such a late hour was rare. Even for a son, failing to answer the Emperor’s call bordered on treason.

Unfortunately, there were several people in this Empire who could replace Cedric. Looking closely, there was Sebastian, the son of a mistress; looking from afar, there was his cousin, Duke Hayley, who was also one of those qualified to become Emperor.

Of course, Cedric becoming Emperor was a foregone conclusion, but one never knew when or how the tides might turn. Furthermore, Cedric’s reputation wasn’t exactly good. (In fact, calling it ‘not exactly good’ was an understatement; his reputation was nothing but a series of stains.)

If it were known that he was late to the Emperor’s summons just to play around with some male prostitute….

No matter how deep the Emperor’s favor for Cedric was, he might reconsider his eligibility as Crown Prince.

Ultimately, Cedric licked his lips and stood up. However, having gone to the trouble of inserting a catheter, he felt it was a shame to leave Lyndon just like this.

So, from the devices he had asked Lyndon to choose from earlier, he picked up a dildo that closely resembled a man’s penis. After pouring plenty of fragrant oil over it, he began to forcefully insert it into Lyndon’s hole.

“Hng, ugh! Hik! Ha-ah!”

Lyndon thrashed, crying out. Though the dildo was much smaller than Cedric’s cock, it still seemed difficult for him to endure.

Cedric smiled faintly and blocked the hole with a plug, ensuring the dildo could never slip out.

“Lyndon. I’ll be back in a bit, so try to hold out well on your own, okay?”
“Heh, h-hugh! Ugh! D-don’t go!”
“I can’t. His Majesty summoned me.”

Cedric spoke as he casually fixed his disheveled hair. It was a pity, but it was time to transition from a madman obsessed with sodomy back into the Crown Prince.

“T-then, could you at least t-take this out before you g-go, h-hugh…! Could… you… not?”
“Haha, that’s not allowed either.”

Saying so, Cedric found and pressed the switches for the catheter in the front and the dildo in the back. At that moment, magic took effect once again, and they began to move and squirm simultaneously.

“Hi, ugh! Fuu-ook! Heut!”

Lyndon groaned in agony, as if it were unbearable.

“Try your best to endure, Lyndon. This is what happens when you try to run away.”

Cedric planted a loud kiss on Lyndon’s pained forehead. Then, with a smile, he uttered something even more terrifying.

“Ah, right! It might be better if I blindfold you before I go!”
“… W-what…?”
“Yes, yes. It’ll be better if you can’t see anything.”
“W-what do you mean! N-no, I don’t… I d-don’t want to! No!”

But a jet-black blindfold was placed over Lyndon’s struggling eyes and tied tightly. As everything turned pitch black, Cedric whispered into Lyndon’s ear, “Really, leaving you like this makes my heart ache so much I could go crazy. So don’t suffer too much. Just enjoy it to a reasonable degree.”

“Heuk! N-no! Take it out… h-hiieekk!”

Soon, the sound of Cedric’s receding footsteps echoed, followed by the heavy thud of the door closing. Cedric’s distinct scent vanished. 

Only Lyndon remained in the vast bedroom. 

He was left all alone.

Leaving behind a catheter and a dildo that blocked every hole below, and bestowing pitch-black darkness, Cedric had disappeared. 

Was this treatment not… far too cruel…?

“Eueu-ng, haaa-at…!”

Lyndon moaned in pain. He writhed and twisted his body. But the things inserted in his front and back wouldn’t come out at all.

Instead, Lyndon had to endure the pleasure while pitifully leaking saliva, tears, and sweat from his body. 

Until a time that knew no end.